Larch: So, my parents are here. Not lurking outside the Center. But I’m still picking Hawthorn up — as soon as I can sneak out the back —
???: Larch?? Sweetie, can’t you hear us??
Larch: . . . So much for that plan! Okay, uh . . . My wife took a red-eye back from a conference this morning. She might still be on the road . . .
Larch (whispering): So much for that plan.