" At mid-morning, David stood among the rows, among the young mustard plants, at the MacMillan
vineyard. He felt useless, out of touch and more than a little panicked because his just-turnedseventeen-
year-old son had driven off to school that morning behind the wheel of a secondhand
convertible.
"Don't you have some papers to push?" Tyler asked him.
"Up yours."
"In that case I won't suggest you head over to the caves to check on the month's drawing. We're
going to be testing the '93 Merlot for starters. "

― Nora Roberts , The Villa