Unbeknownest to me Van followed Gail to her house. The story, told to me later, was this:

Van arrived a Gails home a few seconds after she went inside. At her front door, as he was raising his hand to knock, he heard her father scream at her. She said something back, but Van couldn’t make out what. Quietly he moved to the front window, where he could see into their kitchen. He observed her dad throwing a cast iron skillet at Gail. Then more yelling, then he grabber her arm and slammer her into the backdoor. It was at that point when Van rushed inside-- to bedlam.

Gail was crying, Van was yelling at her dad and her dad was yelling at Van. Van threw himself at her dad, but in a fight between a135 pound kid against a 220 pound man, you know how that’s gonna come out. Van was gettig the worst of it until Gail jumped on her dads back. He backhanded her, but in doing so the plastic baggie we was holding broke open, scattering marijuana throughout the kitchen. The neighbors must have called the police.