Westington to join us.
"Might jolt your memory a bit. Mrs.
Westington," he added.
"If I ever want my memory jolted. I'll put my hand in an electric socket," she told him, and he
laughed.
Although she complained about it. I could see
her look of satisfaction when Echo and I followed
Trevor out to the plant.
"As I told you. Echo knows a lot more about
the wine-making process than Mrs. Westington
thinks," Trevor told me. "She's too full of curiosity to
be ignored,"
The building the plant was housed in was
immaculate. I could see how proud of it Trevor was. "After we separate the stems from the grape
berries." he began. "the skins are broken to free the
juice. The mixture of juice, skins, seeds, and pulp is
called must."
We followed him about as he explained. Every
once in a while. I glanced at Echo and saw she was
doing an odd thing. She was signing to herself,
thinking aloud, and what she was doing was repeating
what Trevor was telling me, but repeating it from
memory.
Tyler's right about her. I thought. She is very
bright and she's not being permitted to develop as she
should. She's like a bird kept in too small a cage to
exercise her ability to fly. Do I dare try to convince Mrs. Westington of this, convince her to put Echo in a real school? Once she entered, there would be no reason for me to stay. It was selfish to think that. but I
couldn't help it.
"And as you can see here,' Trevor went on.
"yeast converts sugar to alcohol and carbon dioxide.