More fortunate but sullen, the Baxters soon located their SUV, stowed their gear, headed home.
Mom Carol tried deflecting the mood: “That poor family. Searching how long?”
“Two hours, the daughter told me,” said son Ted.
Carol: “At least Bob remembered where we parked.”
“Two hours! Dad didn’t spend two minutes with us in two weeks.”
Bob: “Thanks for your support, Alice.”
“Alice is your trashy secretary, Dad. I’m your daughter, Alex.”