DAD: Golf tomorrow, right?
BRIAN: Yep.
DAD: You probably told me where you're playing.
BRIAN: Hunter Ranch.
DAD: Right, you did. What do you know about John’s game?
BRIAN:Eight handicap,
DAD: Damn.
BRIAN; Jan is usually around ninety.
BRIAN: They play twice a week.
DAD: At Hunter?
BRIAN: River Oaks, not far from where they live. Ready to meet them?
DAD: Are they ready to meet me, Brian?
BRIAN: Yes. They’re alright, dad.
DAD: I’m sure they are just by Barbara.
Brian smiles at dad and throws his arm over his shoulder.
DAD (CONT.): Gonna keep her?
BRIAN: If she’ll let me. Ready?
DAD: Ready.
They finish their ciders, drop the cups into a nearby bin, stand - Dad with assistance of his cane - and walk to the parking lot, Dad with a slight limp.
DAD: Chloe impressed.
BRIAN: Chloe’s impressive.
It’s clear they’re walking to the Porsche.
To be continued.
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