Carter punched his younger brother in the side hard. The younger boy cried out in pain and squealed. “Hey grasshopper, we are here” Carter said while grinning like a loon. Ken, blinked the tears out of his eyes and looked around to see the fields of wine stalks that made up the vineyards surrounding his grandfather’s ranch. Ken and his elder brother Carter were going with their eldest sister Sayu to stay at their grandparent’s place for a month. Neither of the boys wanted to go, but it was important to their grandparents and so it was important to their parents. The ranch wasn’t the normal style you’d see in the Napa county area of Northern California. It was built more like a Shinto temple out of an old samurai film. Despite being part Japanese, the two boys were as alienated from their roots as it was possible to be. Their sister of course, was the one who had dragged them there. Sayu has no sense of humor and was ten years older than Carter and fifteen years older than Ken. Sayu had called them from her home in Seattle and told them to meet her there. It was quite a trek across California and it was made worse by the antagonistic air in the car. Ken and Carter were close but they tended to be as different as two brothers could be. Ken was athletic and tall for his age and had no patience for sitting still for any length of time. He had much more of his grandfather’s look about his with his glasses almost magnetically attracted to the top of his nose. Carter teased him saying he looked like a old man when that happened. Carter was much bigger than his brother but also was wider. He was more book smart and not as popular with other people as his affable younger brother. “Why are we here anyways, Car?” moaned Ken as he exited the vehicle. Carter grimaced as he saw the form of his elder sister coming down towards them at a brisk pace. Sayu was tall and elegant in her kimono, that she insisted on wearing when they were anywhere with family. Carter tried not to laugh as she almost tripped a few times. Sayu was trying too hard to impress her grandmother, no doubt to inherit the ranch. The ranch was very profitable but was also a great source of pride to their grandfather’s side of the family. The only man Carter had ever feared was his grandfather. It was laughable to compare his son, Carter’s father, with his parent in terms of sheer grit. Grandfather was shorter than him and yet he was the most terrifying man who he had ever met. Grandfather never smiled and was as stone faced as any great stylla.