In the living room, JODIE has calmed down, but she’s sobbing. BETH and JERRY speak softly to her, trying to console her.
JERRY: We were on Highway 912, between Elbeeton and Rakefield, doing fifty-five in a forty-five – and there wasn’t another damn car on the road. Your mother, said “You think we ought to turn back?” And I said, “Not a chance.”
BETH: It was very romantic.
JODIE: Your father introduced you to each other. He picked you out of a crowd.
JERRY: And we’ve always had a great little secret.
BETH: That’s right, dear.
JODIE: And more people should learn it.
JERRY: That’s right. They should.
BETH: What, dear?
JODIE: Please make Charlie leave.
Please. I hate it when he’s here.
JODIE: I want him to leave.
BETH: Sorry, dear.