(Calling out from the cars) Mom! I can’t wait to show you your room. It’s a suite across from the one Libby and I booked. It’s got a whirlpool tub and a fireplace.

(Reassuring) Libby, it’s okay. There’s nothing there. The tree branch is bent funny, but there’s nothing there. You’re okay. The lower twigs must have brushed your hair and scared you.

(Hesitant, trying to ease tension) Mr. Jackass was making a lot of noise. I’m surprised my mom didn’t come out to knock some sense into him. (Pause) I know you’re busy, but I’m worried because she should have been out here because of that. Can you make another key card for me?