USER: Cheek and adjust the following for readability and flow, the cheek and adjust for tense agreement, please keep the formatting of the original:'No... hadn't planned to. Steve said.' 'Why?' 'Do you know someone called Sara?' Jake said. 'Not sure... well may be,' Steve said. 'Jon... That was when I went to see him. He told me she had mental health training.' 'And could provide Emily with the support she needs to get her out of the hospital.' Jake said. Steve pondered for a while before answering. 'Dad?' Jake said. 'Never heard of her until now?' Jake said. 'Yes, you have.' 'Do you remember that party about, oh, I don't know, three years ago? At Jon and Emily's, and you spent the night or a good portion of it anyway, talking with a spectacular redhead?' Jake had a moment to recollect. 'Ah, yes, that party. Cristina wasn't happy with me for that,' Jake said. 'Now you're remembering... that was Sara,' Steve said, going back to what he'd been doing 'Oh... Sorry, miles away. Sara, I suppose you could try, but with her practice and all, she might not get away,' Steve said. A while later, Jake called Sara in New York, who wasn't happy about Emily and agreed to come out to get her. Make the arrangements with the hospital for transferring Emily to her care. After the call, Jake found his dad, Steve, on the porch outside. 'That was a marathon?' Steve said. 'It was only an hour,' Jake said. 'If only... it's more like two, and more precisely two and a half.' Steve interjected. Jake whistles...

USER: Cheek and adjust the following for readability and flow, the cheek and adjust for tense agreement, please keep the formatting of the original:'No... hadn't planned to. Steve said.' 'Why?' 'Do you know someone called Sara?' Jake said. 'Not sure... well may be,' Steve said. 'Jon... That was when I went to see him. He told me she had mental health training.' 'And could provide Emily with the support she needs to get her out of the hospital.' Jake said. Steve pondered for a while before answering. 'Dad?' Jake said. 'Never heard of her until now?' Jake said. 'Yes, you have.' 'Do you remember that party about, oh, I don't know, three years ago? At Jon and Emily's, and you spent the night or a good portion of it anyway, talking with a spectacular redhead?' Jake had a moment to recollect. 'Ah, yes, that party. Cristina wasn't happy with me for that,' Jake said. 'Now you're remembering... that was Sara,' Steve said, going back to what he'd been doing 'Oh... Sorry, miles away. Sara, I suppose you could try, but with her practice and all, she might not get away,' Steve said. A while later, Jake called Sara in New York, who wasn't happy about Emily and agreed to come out to get her. Make the arrangements with the hospital for transferring Emily to her care. After the call, Jake found his dad, Steve, on the porch outside. 'That was a marathon?' Steve said. 'It was only an hour,' Jake said. 'If only... it's more like two, and more precisely two and a half.' Steve interjected. Jake whistles in surprise. 'I'll pay whatever that is,' Jake said. 'Thanks, that would be a help,' Steve said.' Now, what about Sara?' 'She's got some things to sort out with the hospital, nothing for us to worry about, technical stuff having Emily transferred to her care, and so on, so... She thinks she'll be here between now and Thursday, depending on how everything goes.' 'Will she come to the house or just collect young Emily and fly straight back?' Steve inquired. Jake walked over and put his hands on the railing of the porch, then turned and looked at Steve. 'She didn't say, but what she said was what she'd do would be solely based on what she thought Emily's immediate needs were. Nothing else.' Steve got out of his chair and joined Jake. 'Yeah, what's best for Emily?' 'What about the rest of us?' Steve said. Jake, now horrified, looked at his dad. 'You mean what's best for you, don't you?' 'You have someone who is suffering, and you think only of yourself?' 'What gives?' Steve slapped the porch rail with both hands and turned to face the house. 'You're right about me, you know, if I don't look out for me... then who will?' Another thing I don't think is Emily made for this life?' 'What life?' Jake said. 'If you'll let me finish, I'll tell you... Okay? The life in question is the military life and young Emily. As lovely as she is, is too fragile to deal with the notion that getting injured or the risk of doing so is extremely high,' Steve said. 'You mean a military wife has to 'grin and bear it,' as the saying goes?' Jake said.' 'If that's what it takes for people to protect the United States and, if need be, the free world, then so be it,' Steve said. 'Oh, you're very patriotic, but what about the unfree world?' Shouldn't we protect them too? 'Jake said. Steve took a breath, trying to calm down. 'Well, of course, it is everyone's right,' Steve replied. With that, they closed the discussion before things got to a place that both men knew would go badly. Weeks, then months, passed. Emily got stronger under Sara's care, but her husband's recovery was long and slow. Many painful hours of physical therapy passed. Until, on the 14th of November, he could finally come home. Pulling into the drive at his dad's house. Emily was waiting for him, sitting on the low wall outside. That same one Anna had been on when they'd had their first meeting. The evening sun was just low enough to be in his eyes. 'Emily?' He said. Quietly to himself. 'Huh. Good guess. Yeah, it's her. Hold on, I'll get you out,' Steve said. 'Thanks,' Jon said, wincing a little. 'Jon?' Emily ran to him. 'Wow, slow down there, okay?' Steve said. 'It's okay; I've got her,' Jon said, balancing himself with his cane, the one he'd have to use for the rest of his life. 'Come here, it's alright now.' Jon spoke softly to his terrified wife. 'Sorry to frighten you,' Jon said. 'I know,' Emily quietly said. 'Let's get you inside, my boy.' You know what your doctor said. Steve said. He felt awkward about interfering. 'Coming?' Jon said. 'I'll be there soon. I want to calm down a little first,' Emily said, trying to fake a smile. Going into the house, Steve helped Jon. 'Thanks, I think I'll be fine,' Jon said. Steve put his hands up. 'Right you are, Jon.' let me know, okay?' 'Sounds good. Where's dad?' 'Right here,' Jake said, sitting halfway down the stairs. 'Long time Jon... Emily's still outside, is she?' 'Yeah, she'll be in soon.' She wants to calm down a bit.' 'You go to her if she's too long, okay? That girl of yours has been through hell,' Jake said. 'I will,' Jon said. Chapter Four: A Kind of Resolution Half an hour after he'd arrived. Jon was still inside, talking with his dad. Emily was outside looking at the sunset when a car pulled up in the driveway. 'Hey Emily, it's been a long time. I guess you and I have things to sort out?' 'Do I know you?' Emily Said. 'Oh, sorry. I look different from the last time you saw me.' I'm Anna. Emily backed up, not sure how to react. 'Emily, Okay, I will not hurt you; that person is gone now.' 'Please, let's sort things out. Looking back to that night long ago, I must have scared you half to death. I know many moons have risen and set since that night, but I would like to offer what apologies I may.' 'If you can't take it, that's okay; it will sting, but it's always there.' Anna said, trying to be reassuring. 'I don't know what to think, what to do or say,' Emily said. Anna, no longer the rebel she had been, went over. 'Then let's find out together, okay?' I heard about Jon; I would have come. But was stuck in Angola; and work for the UNHCR as a coordinator; yes, I know someone with a history like mine.' 'Honestly, if I'd stayed like that, I would have been dead now. 'That explains the look,' Emily said. Anna exhaled softly in acceptance. 'Yeah, the UNHCR is not the place where the punk look goes well. As a result, I had to smarten up both in appearance and attitude, had help with both, and here it is, or rather, she has arrived.' A young woman of some 25 years of Angolan descent walked up the drive. Emily had seen women like this before; had this person been a child soldier, then a mercenary? 'Koboki, you've come?' 'Always, you've got a long way to go on your path, Miss Anna, before you're trusted to interact with others alone. Besides, I always want to be where you are.' Koboki said. 'Now, who is this delightful young woman I see before me?' 'Koboki, you know well who this is; this is my brother's wife, Emily.' 'Ah, yes, of course--the one you half-frightened to death, if I recall. 'Yes, quite right, right, but that was long ago, and I don't expect Emily to take it right away. I have to earn it if she'll allow it.' 'Emily, where are you?' Jon Called. 'Out here' Emily called back. Jon came out to find Emily, and then he saw Anna and was-taken aback. 'Long time, Anna.' Jon Said 'Agreed,' Anna responded, 'about that night.' Jon stopped her. 'Let's not bring up old fights that are long settled, eh?' 'I kind of need to, so I can heal,' Anna said. 'I think you have experience with that?' She continued. Jon looked at his wife and then back at his sister. 'Okay, yeah, I see your point. I mean, look at you now, UNHCR, and all. What's next, UN Secretary General?' 'Let's not get carried away,' Anna said. 'Sorry, but look how far you've come.' 'Jon, it's been a long, painful road. I have a long way to travel yet. I'm not quite certain I'll ever receive the utmost resolution. I've caused too much pain that cannot be-taken back for that. 'All I can do now is reach out to the people I can.' 'You have come a long way, transformed. I would venture, but I have to heal yet myself.' 'I heard about that from dad; like I said to Emily just now. I would have come, but I was stuck working in Angola and couldn't get away.' 'I wouldn't have expected you to break off because the people you were with were in far greater need.' 'True, but none are family.' Jon silently mouthed, 'I know.' In the house, Jon and Anna's dad, Jake, watched from the window and came out. 'Anna, you've come; I wasn't expecting you.' Jake said. 'I know,' Anna sighed softly, 'but since Jon and Emily are here. I think it's time to clear the air; there is a poison in this family that has run its course.' Jake hooked the thumb of his left hand into the waistband of his jeans. Placed his right on his chin in contemplation, nodding in agreement. 'Anna, that's fine or it would be if your mom were stronger. She's back in Bright Valley but may not be home for some months yet.'