I love it and couldn't wait to see thewhole image."Okay, you can see the face, but I'm not through with your hair and we'vegot to get you dressed....s... don't take all night admiring yourself." She saidallowing me to turn and see myself in the mirror. I don't know if it wasterror or ecstasy, but I couldn't stop smiling...then I started giggling andsoon Jolene was giggling and when I saw the two us looking like two younghigh school girls I breathed deeply.....I was home.With her curling iron. Madeline, you heard anything?”“Honey I don’t even know the name of the company.”Jenny looked surprised, “No? It’s Lingtalevought.”Madeline’s eyes widened, “Lingtalevought?”“You heard of it?”“My god yes,” responded Madeline, “it’s big. You know who their man is?”“No, can’t say. Only seen him once. All the work’s being done out of his offices down in Martinsburg.”Madeline thought, ‘No, it couldn’t be Brad; he’s a nobody’. She turned thoughts of Brad and the tech. thing from her mind, “So you’re. ” “Describe it.” Cloud ordered as Kira lay on the puppy eyes. “He’s big. Mostly black with white from, like, his knees down. Like the beer horses I saw on t.v. He’s got, uh, I don’t know what it’s called.” “You want a fucking draft horse?! Are you fucking crazy?! Hell no! That damned thing won’t even fit in the trailer!” “K…Then I’ll figure it out on my own.” Kira blinked, startled at Cloud’s sudden outburst. “Find somewhere else to keep him.” She moved to stand. “It’s not the keeping. In an ancient redwood vat in the barn he would make wine of various mixes of the two grapes depending on the relative productivity of the two fields, or our regular tasting of different blends ... which I participated in from the beginning. He and I would sit in the barn doing blind samplings of the various mixes. We would argue back and forth about the relative merits of each glass.The wine was a bit different each year. The original settlers of Dry Creek Valley were mostly Italian immigrants.