EXT. MORRO STRAND STATE BEACH - DAY
With other BEACH VISITORS, Barbara and Chloe, barefoot and sandals in hand, walk in the water where it laps upon the sand, the volcanic plug known as Morro Rock prominent in the bay ahead of them.
BARBARA: Do we know what they're doing today?
CHLOE: They're visiting Tom's best and lifelong friend where he lives outside a town called Medina.
BARBARA: Hill country.
CHLOE: Have you ever been?
BARBARA: When I was a sophomore in high school dad had a trial in San Antonio. Mom and I flew out and stayed my spring break. We went for a drive one day. Pretty country.
CHLOE: I'm invited down when dad goes back with the ashes.
BARBARA: Really?
Chloe nods. They turn away from the water toward a trail in the brush that leads away from the beach.
BABBARA (CONT.): Are you going?
CHLOE: Thinking about it. I'd fly into Austin and we'd spend part of the day touring U T.
BARBARA: Okay.
CHLOE: And maybe innertube float the Medina River.
BARBARA: Sounds fun.
CHLOE: You cool if I go?
BARBARA: Of course, Chloe. Way cool. I officially encourage it.
Chloe nods. The PARKING LOT the trail leads to comes into view, and the DOZEN CARS in it.
CHLOE: How are things with Brian?
BARBARA: Good. I'm meeting his son tomorrow.
CHLOE: Kyle.
BARBARA: Kyle.
CHLOE: Baseball player at Cuesta
BARBARA: Yep.
CHLOE: Meeting where?
BARBARA: Pismo for bowling and pizza. You're invited.
Barbara KEY-CHIRPS the NEW VOLVO SUV in the lot.
CHLOE: What time?
BARBARA: I'll leave at seven.
CHLOE: Hill run with Jen at six-thirty.
BARBARA: Doh. You told me that.
Barbara hands Chloe they key, gets in the front passenger seat, Chloe behind the wheel.
CHLOE: Did I tell you she decided on Duke.
BARBARA: I don't think you did.
CHLOE'S PHONE CHIRPS. She checks, smiles, passes phone to Barbara, who stares at the SELFIE HUNTER HAS TAKEN from where he sits at the steering wheel of the truck. Wanda in the middle next to him and Ruth on the passenger side lean into frame, all smiling. The passenger window frames the view to hills painted green by trees. Barb hands phone back to Chloe.
BARBARA (CONT.): I think you should go.
Chloe stares at the picture, nods. Barb leans over to kiss her cheek. They buckle up, Chloe starts engine, backs out of frame.
