Jarvis stared in disbelief as the taxi pulled away from the church and headed West down Lombard Street. A flash of lightening illuminated the street, and he caught a glimpse of the street sign. He had to laugh. Years earlier when Deandra first visited Philly, he had found her sitting on the balcony of their bed and breakfast with a pencil in hand sketching a street scene. He had been so focused on the amazing find at a wine shop, a '97 Dalla Valle Maya Napa Valley. "How's the wine?" "It's nice," she said, focusing on her sketch. "I was ready to unwind." His excitement and expectation of sharing this amazing wine find with her deflated, and anger boiled up inside him. "Seriously, Deandra, you are supposed to be on vacation. If you don't like the wine, I brought some other beverages," he smiled and tried to take her journal from her hands. Looking up at him with her tired blue eyes, she feigned a pout. "Please? ...
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