Kim’s baked Mom’s carrot cake and made her trademark lemonade. They’ll eat on the balcony. She’s approached the visit the way Mom would have. Might be the wrong tactic. But she hasn’t talked to him without her mother’s moderation for years. She needs the comfort of how things used to be done.
When the doorbell rings, she experiences a brief flutter of panic. There he is, armed with flowers. She shows him around.
‘Your mother’d be so proud.’
‘I wish she could see your new home.’
‘Me too. But I’m glad you’re here.’
Dad smiles. Kim smiles back.