She smiled.  She was glad to know Diego would entertain the thought of living in America, if it came to that.  Of course, she had never been to Spain, so she might like it there as well.  But she didn’t think she could bear to be that far from her father.  She brushed her hair away from her face as the wind was still teasing it a little.<br/><br/>“4:30 will be fine, Diego.  I will be looking forward to it.  But, before you go, you must say goodnight to my father, if he is up and about.  She took him by the hand and led him into the house, heading, as usual, to the library.  It seemed she and her father both spent their time at home in one of four places: the library, the kitchen, the garden, or their bedrooms.<br/><br/>She went into the library.  “Oh, there you are, Daddy!”  She went to him and kissed him on the cheek.  “You look better.  How are you feeling?”  She was glad he wasn’t bleeding from any orifice in his body.  But it seemed he might have some bruising.  She could tell by the way he moved he was tender in places.<br/><br/>“I have the whole day to spend with you tomorrow.  Diego and I have a date for coffee at 4:30, but other than that I am free.”  She sighed.  “Daddy, I am so glad you are all right.  Why would you do business with people like that?  You should have met them at your office where you have security.”<br/><br/>