Monday, January 26, 2026

John and Jan: deck/night finalish form

EXT. DECK - NIGHT

John and Jan in chaises under starry skies. Sliding glass doors to master bedroom, dimly lit by low-att lamp on nightstand.. 

JAN: Barb called while you were in the shower.

JOHN: I sense news.

JAN: Chloe's going to Texas when Hunter returns with Tom's ashes.

JOHN: Alright. For how long?

JAN: She comes back the Monday before the Thursday school starts.

JOHN: Alright. We should send Ruth and Wanda a card.

JAN: And flowers. 

JOHN: Bluebonnets. They'll fall in love with her.

JAN: Of course. We'll meet them.

JOHN: At her graduation. 

JAN: Good bet. 

JOHN: Speaking of which, Kate and Cedric are _________.

JAN: She and Ruth can compare family trees.

JOHN: She brought that up. 

JAN: I dreamt Barb and Brian were pregnant. 

JOHN: As in Barb being pregnant and Brian the unpregnant father.

JAN: Yes.

A moment.

JOHN: Their wedding announcement.  

A moment.

JAN: I bet you're right. Very good, Carl Jung.  

JOHN: First thing that came to mind.

JAN: It does feel inevitable. Doesn't it?

JOHN: It does. Speaking of Chloe's graduation.

Moment.

JAN: As in they'll announce after.

JOHN: A guess.

JAN: Good guess. 

JOHN: It's Chloe's, too.

JAN: Really?

JOHN: It came up on our drive. They'll marry, sell their houses, by in Morro.

JAN: Hmm.

JOHN: Right?

JAN: Anything regarding school?

JOHN: No. But Vietnam came up.

JAN: How?

JOHN: She asked how I didn't go. 

JAN: Oh.

JOHN: I'm surprised it took this long.

JAN: You talked?

JOHN: No. We set a date to. Maybe between her return from Texas and school starting.

JAN: Do we know if Tom went?

JOHN: We do. Army. First Air Cavalry. 

JAN: Like Brian's father.

JOHN: Yes. He doesn't have much time.

JAN: Barb told me.

Silence but for CRICKET.  

SHOOTING STAR crosses sky.

JOHN/JAN: See it?

They look at each other. 

JOHN/JAN: Let's go to bed.

They get up, hold hands, walk to and enter bedroom, remove robes, get in bed naked, John turns off the lamp.

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