INT. PORSCHE CAYENNE - DAY
John driving winding, slightly climbing two-lane road through rural-woodsy neighborhood of handsome homes among rolling hills and oak trees. Barbara front passenger, Jan behind John.
JOHN: Do we know if Brian's son made that baseball decision?
BARBARA: David.
JOHN: David.
BARBARA: We do. Cuesta.
JOHN: Really? Well that's a curve ball, ha ha.
BARBARA: Ha ha and perfect segue into the reason for the change up, ha ha, being the new pitching coach they just hired.
JAN: Right out of left field, ha ha.
JOHN: Who's on first?
JAN/BARBARA: Third base!
Pause.
JOHN: Close to dad.
BARBARA: With dad until August when he and a few teammates move into a house near the depot. He's coming up Thursday.
John turns into the driveway that leads to a home in the style of California Ranch, John parks near the BMW Mini Cooper with California vanity plate - CHLOMOM - aimed at garage door, turns off the engine. DOG BARKING FROM INSIDE the house. Barb's phone RINGTONES FOGHORN.
JAN/JOHN (BEAT): Foglost.
BARBARA: Very good.
Barbara picks up.
BARBARA: Hey there.
They're right here, we just pulled into el rancho.
(She listens, her face expresses surprise. She looks at Jan and John.)
I'm here. Speechless.
Well, Hunter, I completely trust you on this.
(John and Jan look at each other.)
The timing is uncanny as F. I wish I could see her face when you tell her. Speaking of which, take and send a picture.
We'll be waiting.
I love you too.
(She pockets phone.)
JAN/JOHN: Drumroll.
BARBARA: Tom Walker from Texas is at Hunter's house. He's spending the night and leaving in the morning.
Long pause, each with their own thoughts.
JOHN: A middle name would help.
BARBARA: Check.
They get out, walk to house, greet DOG at door, enter, Barbara closes door behind them.
