Thursday, December 4, 2025

scene 22

sc, 21

EXT. HUNTER'S PATIO - NIGHT

Hunter, Tom and Chloe around the table post-dinner. Silverware on top of stacked plates pushed to center of table near glass pitcher of water, each with their half-empty glasses at hand. House lights off, starry sky. FAINT SPORADIC CRICKET CHIRP THROUGHOUT.

HUNTER: So Tom, do you and Wanda have plans for your twenty-fifth?

TOM: We do. Goin' to Hawaii. First time for both of us.

CHLOE: Which island?

TOM: Oahu. Doin' Waikiki the first few days, then a few more in a place called Kailua. I bet y'all been.  

Chloe and Hunter nod. 

CHLOE: I learned to surf at Maui.

TOM: Take a lesson?

CHLOE: My mom.

TOM: How old were ya?

CHLOE: Tenth birthday.

TOM: I reckon you're pretty good by now.

Chloe shrugs.

CHLOE: Not so much. Plenty of room for improvement.    

TOM: Wanda don't believe it but I'm set on takin' a lesson down the beach from our Waikiki hotel.

CHLOE: You should. And that's a great place to learn.

TOM: That's what I read. I'm sure I'll do plenty a fallin' but havin' fallen off plenty a horses, I'm bettin' the landin' will be a lot softer.

CHLOE: And it's warm water. That's cool.

TOM: So where do ya surf outta San Luis Obispo?

CHLOE: Pismo.

TOM: Water's prob'ly a little cooler than Hawaii.

CHLOE: Always a wetsuit. How cold does it get in Laramie in the winter?

TOM: Mighty cold. 

CHLOE: Below zero?

TOM: Plenty below plenty often, then ya add the wind and it can get a little uncomfortable. Ever been to Wyomin'?

CHLOE: My aunt Kate and her husband live in Wilson during the spring and summer. We're there every Fourth of July.  

TOM: So your aunt Kate is whose sister?

CHLOE: My grampa's. My mom's dad. John. My gramma is Jan.

TOM: Where do they live?

CHLOE: Paso Robles.

TOM: Well that ain't too far from San Luis Obispo, is it?

Chloe shakes her head.

CHLOE: Ever been to that part of California?

TOM: Closest I been was Bakersfield forty-somethin' years ago.

CHLOE: What were doing in Bakersfield.

TOM: Well, Chloe. I was whatcha call dryin' out. Know what that is?

CHLOE: Not drinking alcohol?

TOM: That's right. 

CHLOE: These days?

TOM: Me and Wanda will have a beer with friends after Thursday night square dance and a glass a wine when we're at Ruth's. We met at an A-A meeting. Married a year to the day later. On that note, I hope y'all'll excuse me to give 'em both a call before it gets too late.

Tom stands.

HUNTER: I hope you'll sign the guest book, Tom.

TOM: I will. Hope you don't mind signin' my copy of Foglost.

HUNTER: Happy to.

TOM: Chloe, thank you for a delicious supper. Hope ya don't mind sharin' the recipe.

Chloe nods.

HUNTER: I'm out here with coffee at sunrise, Tom, if you're up. 

TOM: See ya then. Goodnight, folks. 

HUNTER/CHLOE: Goodnight, Tom.

TOM: And thank y'all so much.

Hunter and Chloe watch Tom enter house, leave view.

HUNTER: If Jackie's could wrangle another horse, and Tom is able and willing...

CHLOE: Yes.

Hunter gets phone from pocket, speaks into it.

HUNTER: Jackie. 

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EXT. SCENIC HILL VIEW AREA - SUNSET

Jan in the driver's seat of the mid-80s Mercedes Benz 560 SL aimed at the ocean and rolling green hills, John in the passenger seat. They share the area with TWO MALE MOTORCYCLISTS, standing near their motorcycles, helmets on seats, taking in the sunset from the pullover off Highway 46 between the coast and Paso Robles, California.

John and Jan lean into each other to look at the selfie Chloe sent Barbara on Jan's phone.  

JAN: The Marlboro man in winter.

JOHN: Handsome fella.

JAN: (SINGS): I got spurs that go jingle jangle jingle.

JOHN (SINGS): As I go ridin' merrily along.

JAN/JOHN Kind eyes.

JAN: A little sad?

JOHN: Like Hunter's.

JAN: Sometimes.

JOHN: Sometimes.

JAN/JOHN: Not here.

JAN: Chloe looks what?

Pause.

JOHN: Pleased.

JAN: At ease.

The motorcyclists put on helmets, START ENGINES, ride away out of view and earshot. Jan puts phone on console.

JOHN: We'll meet him.

JAN: Maybe them. If there's a them.

JOHN: I feel better about this, Jan.

JAN: I do too, John.

JOHN/JAN: Let us pray.

They kiss, buckle up, Janb starts engine, drives to road and away in opposite direction of motorcyclists, out of view.  FAINT SEAGULL SQUAWK.