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“Where are we stopping at first?”
    “I don’t know, what do you have in mind?” I asked.
    “Like I’ve said, I’ve never been there before so I don’t know.”
    “Well, is there any particular anchor store or shop you might want to stop at?” I pressed her.
    “I’ll know once we get into the area and I can see what’s there. Perhaps there’s a Goodwill Store somewhere nearby.”
    “Okay, we’ll decide then.”
    As we drove on Diana pulled out her cellphone to check her incoming calls. Since she had turned the volume all of the way down, we didn’t hear any calls come through during our drive but checking now she noticed seven of the nine incoming calls were from Jack. Against my advice she listened to his voice mails and grew apprehensive.
    “So, what has he to say?” I asked as I stopped for a red light at the corner of CR 207 and US1.
    “He sounded pretty upset with me,” she answered, her right hand squeezing her left arm nervously. “He said that if I didn’t return right away he’d come and find me.”
    “Oh, that’s just a scare tactic he’s using to keep you unsettled,” I said reassuring her.
    “You think so, huh?”
    “Of course,” I replied. “Guys like that are bonafide assholes and enjoy the control they have over women. Scare tactics are a tool they resort to at times to keep their women in check.”
    “No disrespect but does this sound like a scare tactic,” she said as she put the speaker on to let me hear Jack’s voice ranting and raving and cussing at her.
    “I still believe it’s just all talk,” I insisted, although I was initially taken aback by his tone and profanity.
    “Sheldon, you don’t know Jack ,” she stressed, her voice rising.
    “I don’t, do I?”
    “No, I didn’t quite mean it that way,” she said forming a smile.
    I chuckled too at her unintentional play on words.
    “Look, don’t you worry your sweet head off,” I came back. “By this evening you’ll be on a bus and on your way up to New York. I doubt if he’ll track you up there.”
    “I hope you are right,” she said, inhaling.
    By now we were in the historic area of St Augustine. It took a few minutes but we eventually found a parking space near the harbor and the famous Bridge of Lions . A marina with a full complement of moored sailboats and yachts was situated just south of the historic and revamped bridge. A restaurant named OC White sat across the street and to the right of the marina.
    Walking north we came upon a historic fort named Castillo de San Marcos and decided to take a tour of it. Afterwards we walked further north until we came upon Ripley’s Believe It Or Not Museum. We decided we didn’t have time for that tour.
    Around 1:45PM we came upon Harry’s restaurant where we ate lunch. It was one of those upscale restaurants that sat just across the street from the Bridge of Lions and the picturesque harbor. Several sailboats sat anchored just off of the shoreline.
    Afterwards, we decided to resume our trek north in the Navigator, this time on a more scenic route known as A1A. Along the way we passed by numerous vacation homes, many of them in the multi-million dollar bracket. Every few minutes there would come a clearing where we would catch a glimpse of the sandy beach and the expansive Atlantic Ocean. It was a beautiful sight. Once we passed through the affluent community known as Ponte Vedra, I turned left on J Turner Butler Blvd and headed west until we intercepted I-95. Once we returned to our northeast heading, I drove on until we closed in on downtown Jacksonville. 
    Once in town, I steered the Navigator onto an off ramp that merged onto a street that took us past the city’s Prime Osborne Convention Center and along a stretch of towering buildings. We happened upon the Greyhound Bus terminal several blocks later. Pulling over near the curb, I glided my SUV to a stop and parked it within walking distance of the terminal.
    “Well, here we are,” I said.
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