one of the buttons on my dress was unbuttoned. I
made a quick attempt to fix it. but I didn't want to
attract too much attention.
"I'd like to introduce Christian Rambaud, the
chef at ChampsElystes, a world-famous restaurant in
New York. Tonight he will discuss wine as well as
food. Please pay attention to everything. My graduates
attend worldwide functions, galas, charity events, and
award ceremonies in the most sophisticated cities.
Actors especially, of course," she continued, centering
on Cinnamon and Howard. "should do everything
possible to expand their educations.
"Monsieur Rambaud." she said with a slight
nod at the tall, dark. and what I thought was a rather
lean man, for a chef. He smiled and stepped to the.
head of the table.
"Good evening," he sang, and began his lecture.
"Let me begin with my favorite topic... wine." He smiled and held up a glass of white wine. "Give me a bowl of wine. In this I'll bury all
unkindness.'' he quoted. "Shakespeare's..."
"Richard the Third," Howard finished. "Tres bien." Monsieur Rambaud said.
impressed. "You are, of course, correct."
Madame Senetsky looked pleased and Howard
beamed. shot a quick glance at the rest of us. and sat
back.
"Winemaking in France dates back to preRoman times, but it was the Romans who
disseminated the culture of wine and the practice of
winemaking throughout the country," Monsieur
Rambaud lectured.
"Wine is the product of the juice of freshly
picked grapes, after natural or cultured yeasts have