Millie says to Peggy that she has to call the Kenworthys “and tell them we won’t be over this evening.”
“Kenworthys?” asks Al.
“Yes!” says Millie, walking to the other room to make the call.
Al looks at his kids. “My son!” he say to Rob. “and my daughter,” putting an arm around Peggy. “I don’t recognize you! What’s happened?”
“Just a few years of normal growth,” says Peggy, smiling. “Don’t you approve?”
“I don’t know yet,” says Al. “I gotta have more time to get to know you.”
From the other room, we hear Millie on the phone.
“Hello?” says Millie. “Oh, Alice! This is Millie. I’m terribly sorry, but we can’t be over. I mean – – I’m terribly happy! You see, Al – – my husband! Yes! He’s home! Yes! Yes!”
Meanwhile, Fred Derry exits the Boone City taxi in a rundown part of town. Train whistles blow, and a line of decrepit fences border a dirt road. Fred picks up his duffel bag and walks toward a shack.