INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
TOM and WANDA, MID-70s, in pajamas, sitting up in bed under the covers. Wanda is reading James Michener's Hawaii. Tom is reading a gray hardcover book we can see by the slightly darker shade of gray is titled Foglost and written by H. C Hardyn. Both wear glasses, the cases for which are on their respective lampstands with their phones. Black in the crack between curtains above headboard.
Tom wets thumb to turn page.
WANDA: Should we do a luau?
TOM: Well, what is it they say about when you're in Rome?
WANDA: Do as the Romans do.
TOM: Heck, I'm halfway thinkin' about takin' a surfin' lesson.
WANDA: That's some halfway thinking alright.
TOM: You think this ol' dog ain't got one more trick in him?
WANDA: I'd pay to see it.
TOM: Won't have to. Got 'em down the beach from our hotel. You just pull up under an umbrella with your Mai Tai, stick your toes in the sand and watch.
WANDA: Hmm. Maybe I'll take a hula lesson.
TOM: You know I'll be front and center for that.
A lull. Wanda turns page.
TOM (CONT.): So whaddaya reckon the chances are we'll get lei'd.
Wanda, shocked, stares at Tom, Tom turns to her.
WANDA: Thomas Travis Walker, my goodness gracious.
TOM: What? Ain't that what they call them flower necklaces they put around your neck when ya get off the plane. A lei?
Wanda shakes her head.
WANDA: Yes, that's what they're called. A garland.
TOM: Oh.
WANDA: I don’t think our airline does that.
TOM: Oh well.
WANDA: But I think we'll have better luck when we get to our hotel.
Tom looks at Wanda, who turns to him, winks. They close and put books on lampstands, place glasses in cases, turn off their lamps.
BEDSPRING SQUEAK IN BLACK.
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