It was a gloomy Monday morning, the clouds were hanging low over the hills; it was foggy and rainy. Johnathan was standing in front of the big windows in his office, looking at the water splatter on the glass. On a sunny day, he has a perfect view over vineyard upon vineyard, with Table Mountain standing like a mysterious blue table in the distance. Just like many a painter forever capturing it on Canvas.
His table was standing in the middle of his office, he had a view over the mountains on the one side and the other side overlooked the wooden oak barrels, where the wine was kept in to mature.
On the walls was pictures of the Walsh family’s generations as they took over the business, father to son. His Great-great Grandfather started the business. In those days there were farmers who produced grapes, but did not have the knowledge how to produce wine. So the old man started the wine making company and it was build and expanded to what it is today….
“The Walsh Winery Corporation.” Well known for the some of the best wines on the market. Then uncle Barney disappeared with millions of cash from the company and left the winery in dire straits, and a disaster. His grandfather who retired already, had to put everything he worked for, his pension fund and his well-known name on the line, to save the company from insolvency.
Then yesterday, after almost twenty-two years, out of the blue, uncle Barney phoned, wanting to speak to him and explain what happened. He only heard about Johnathan’s’ mom and dad’s tragic accident a few weeks ago.
John was shocked and surprised, he didn’t know what to say to his uncle. He did his best to stay calm and said he would think about meeting him somewhere. He told his uncle to stay away from their family home, until they see each other and he discussed his sudden appearance with the rest of the family.
Sunday morning when he returned to the patio he tried to look as calm as possible, saying it was a client who was bothersome and he didn’t know where the client got hold of their private number.
Michelle knew him to well, he could see by the way she looked at him, she noticed that he was upset about something.
Johnathan wondered about Uncle Barney; when they left no one spoke about them again, or the money he embezzled. He knew it had something to do with Uncle Carlton and why his wife murdered him, but no one explained it to him, or Michelle.
Carlton was brought up in their house, as if he was their brother and no one was to spoke about the fact that he had a different dad, nor that he had a mom in prison.
He turned around and walked back to his desk. He dialled the cell phone number his uncle gave him.
Barney answered his call immediately. He had the voice of a person who smoked all his live. He coughed and cleared his throat: “Hello, Johnathan, I’m surprised, I didn’t expect your call……” Johnathan felt a tingle of irritation. This man messed up a lot in all their lives: “Yes, well…. I want to know what you want. The family is important to me, you are not going to upset any-one or create confusion again. Can we meet? Today? Lunch, at one. The piper Fisherman?”
Uncle Barney could hear he doesn’t want to mess around; “Yes, yes, sure. I will see you there. How will I….” John interrupted him: “I Will know you.” He ended the call.
At that moment Michelle came knocking at his door. “Are we going for lunch later Johnny?” He smiled at her: “Sorry, pixy. I have a meeting dear.” She looked at him: “Is it about yesterday’s phone call?”
“Yes, it is, but we will speak about that later….” She smiled at him: “sure, no problem.” I’m going down to the packaging room, they have some sort of problem.” He nodded at her as she turned around and walked out of his office.
Jolene is standing outside in the sun puffing on a cigarette, blowing circles as she blows out the smoke. She is forty-two years old, but look much older. The time she spends in jail made her harsh and tough. There isn’t much left of the woman she used to be. She is in this rotting place since she is twenty-one years old. She grimaces: “That all because, her husband, had to go "mess" around with his brother’s wife.”
No one knows this, but she has an outside contact, that kept her up to date with her son. “How he messed up his life and I couldn’t be there for him”. It made her angry, it made her hate his dad even more. “A grandchild, I cannot wait to see her…. Sophia….” She took the picture out of her pocket. “What a beautiful little girl.” She kissed the photo softly.” A siren went off…. her face hardened. “Not long anymore…”
Uncle Barney is back, why? In what way did uncle Carlton messed with uncle Barney’s wife, that costs him his life?
What will happen if Carlton finds out he has a mom, that was in jail?
Wait and see…….