INT. BASIC MOTEL ROOM - SUNSET
Bed, desk and chair lit through crack in curtains. BOOT STEPS ON CONCRETE NEARING before Tom enters, closes door, puts hat on rack, suitcase on bed, parts the curtains to second-floor view to Albuquerque skyline and Sandia mountains obscured by gathering monsoon clouds. RAINDROP TAPS WINDOW. He gets phone from pocket, puts it on desk. Lamp, pen, pencil and pad of Yucca Springs Motel stationery on desk. Framed Yucca Art print above the headboard.
Tom sits on chair, takes off boots, sets them at hat rack, opens suitcase, gets Foglost, sets it on desk, page nearer the end than beginning marked with a grey ribbon. TWO HEAVIER RAINDROPS. He takes off his shirt. His white tee reveals a well-toned lean torso and arms as firm, taut ropes with hooks. Hangs shirt in closet, gets another western-style shirt from suitcase, hangs it.
Picks up, speaks into phone.
TOM: Ruth.
I have arrived.
Run a bath, have Chinese delivered, read the book.
First drops right now.
Aimin' for early. Gil's got a pepper order in so I'm stoppin' in Hatch.
Alrighty.
Maria and the boys up?
K.
Love you too.
HEAVIER RAUN, DARKER CLOUDS. He sets phone on bed's lampstand on the way to the bathroom, leaves view when he enters. SOUND OF BATH BEGUN.
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