Dad was due momentarily. He came inside and hugged my mom first. He then hugged Agnes before giving me a hug.He said, “You two are looking good. I t...hink the prospect of getting married is helping both of you, not that Agnes needed much help.” He grinned.“My Viking is doing well for me. We’re happy.” She grinned back and hugged my arm.We had started to help Mom with supper. Dad went to change clothes. We finished supper and all of us sat at the table. After prayer, we ate.Dad said, “I just had. "I grabbed onto her tight and pulled her to me. She resisted at first but after a moment of hugging her close to my chest, her muscles relaxed and her panic devolved into sobbing."It will be ok. I will go with you."She pushed back hard out of my embrace, "You can't." Yes, I can. Emily, I told you, I know what's happening. I am not going to let you go home by yourself and get hurt." But what can you do?" Hopefully, I can talk to your dad, and try and reason with him. If that doesn't work, I make. Thank you so much.”When I rolled into the pattern at DeKalb-Peachtree Airport, I was fifth in line, behind a Beech King Air. Twenty minutes later I secured the tie-downs and headed for the parking lot.Unfortunately, my dad’s Karmann Ghia wasn’t where it was supposed to be. I spent fifteen minutes searching for it—fruitlessly—in the hopes that he’d simply parked it somewhere else. I finally decided that he was on a trip, which meant the car was at Hartsfield, so I went back to the FBO and called. Her elbows resting on her knees her eyes fixed on him. He’s soaked head to toe in black leather and suede. Still out of breath, he never takes his eyes off of her. She gestures for him to follow her into her studio apt. At first, he hesitates, but then walks through the door and she closes it softly, slowly locking it.The studio apt was pitch black except for the lightening striking taking quick electrical atmospherical images of grey suede furniture, side tables and a winding staircase. Taryn.