But Pascal returned, dying of cirrhosis, seeking forgiveness. And with him came his daughter, , a sharp, cynical lawyer from Marseille. Léa and Maxime—cousins who had never met—circled each other like wary animals. She was his father’s ghost. He was the family she never had.
“We are not a family because we share blood. We are a family because we shared our storms and stayed at the table.” Sexual Chronicles Of A French Family -2012- Uncut English
One night, Pascal, drunk on his own vintage, set fire to a section of the old vines—the ones Henri had planted with his late wife. “Let it all burn,” he shouted. “This family loves its ghosts more than its living!” But Pascal returned, dying of cirrhosis, seeking forgiveness