EXT. JOHN'S/JAN'S PATIO - DAY
Floaties in the pool. John and Jan in terry cloth robes at the table, looking at STREET VIEW OF TOM'S/WANDA'S HOME on laptop. The license plate on a Subaru wagon in the port is blurred.
JOHN: Funny. She was just beginning to tell Cedric about Hunter and Thomas Travis Walker.
JAN: Besides Jackson, what's the closest you've been to Laramie.
JOHN: Cheyenne, my second year at Buford for an E-P-A vee Wyoming coal depo. Second week in January.
JAN: Tropical?
JOHN: Twenty-below every morning and a slapping wind that added to the pleasure.
JAN: Where did you stay?
JOHN: The Plains Hotel. Like Robert Kennedy and Ernest Hemingway before me.
JAN: Fancy place?
JOHN: Fancy enough. Now the historic plains, I believe, and once upon a time the Governor’s Mansion for Nellie Davis Taylor Ross, the first female governor in the United States.
JAN: Learn something new.
JOHN: If I recall her name correctly, in which case I wonder why. You, closest to Laramie.
JAN: Fort Collins for a sorority sister's wedding the summer before Duke.
JOHN: Last time in a mobile home.
JAN: Not actually in but on the doorsteps of however many were in the park we did Halloween when I was a six.
JOHN: Had I not asked.
JAN: It was a Friday that year so we made a weekend of it.
JOHN: Where did you stay.
JAN: The Del Marcos.
JOHN: Classic. Costume?
JAN: I was Dorothy.
JOHN: From Kansas.
JAN: Yes. But where in Kansas.
JOHN: Liberal, later.
JAN: Correct.
JOHN: Did David suit up?
JAN: Lone Ranger.
JOHN: How many times did he hear who was that masked man as you walked away?
JAN: About the same number of times I was asked to click my heels three times.
John puts arm around her, Jan scoots into him. They stare at Tom and Wanda's home.
JAN/JOHN: Funny how...
JAN: You first.
JOHN: How Tom's arrival has stirred up these ancient recollections.
Pause.
JAN: Are we ancient, John?
Pause.
JOHN: No. We are not.
He stands, extends hand to Jan, who takes it, stands. John leads her into house and out of view. BREEZE SINGS THE CHIMES.