JACKIE: I hear you've begun the where to go to college process.
CHLOE: Yep.
JACKIE: And trending toward an Environmental Science major.
CHLOE: Trending but subject to change.
JACKIE: Will surfing factor in?
CHLOE: Good question.
to be continued.
JACKIE: I hear you've begun the where to go to college process.
CHLOE: Yep.
JACKIE: And trending toward an Environmental Science major.
CHLOE: Trending but subject to change.
JACKIE: Will surfing factor in?
CHLOE: Good question.
to be continued.
Sess and Claire, side by side in saddle, near the woods.
CLAIRE: Up for a wager on the cowboy's relation to Hunter?
SESS: You have an idea?
CLAIRE: Just a feeling.
SESS: What's it feel like?
CLAIRE: Feels like something. What's it feel like to you? If anything.
SESS: Like something.
CLAIRE: Same eye color and a jawline similar enough to notice. I wonder if Jackie knows.
SESS: She knows.
CLAIRE: Cool to inquire?
SESS: I plan to. Back to that wager.
CLAIRE: I bet we'd make the same bet.
SESS: I bet you're right.
CLAIRE: How'd you know to put him on Butter.?
SESS: The way she looked up and swished her tail when she heard his voice.
CLAIRE: She's having a good day.
SESS: Looks like it.
CLAIRE: So am I.
SESS: Seems like everybody is.
They reach the woods, turn to Jackie and Chloe. wave, Jackie and Chloe wave back,
CLAIRE: Jack and Chloe seem to be hitting it off.
SESS: She was worried.
CLAIRE: Looks like emphasis on was.
SESS: Yep.
They ride into the woods.
Hunter and Tom side by side in the saddle, behind Chloe and Jackie who are behind Sess and Claire. Tom on palomino, Hunter on paint.
TOM: Do you worry about her?
HUNTER: Only constantly, although she gives me nothing to worry about.
TOM: Good grades?
HUNTER: Excellent.
TOM: She'll be going to college?
HUNTER: Yes. In the early stages of deciding where.
TOM: Do you monitor her social media.
HUNTER: We do, within the limits of agreement.
TOM: You and Barbara get along?
HUNTER: We do. She's my best friend. And I can't imagine a better mother.
TOM: What does she do?
HUNTER: Photographer. And teaches a class at Cal Poly.
TOM: How did you meet?
HUNTER: We worked for the same newspaper in Bangor, Maine.
TOM: To take bein' nosey further, is there someone in her life?
HUNTER: Yes. Brian. They met a few months ago.
TOM: Have you met him?
HUNTER: No. We've talked on the phone. Seems like a good guy and Chloe confirms that.
TOM: What does he do?
HUNTER: Residential architect. I'll meet him at Chloe's birthday.
TOM: When's that?
HUNTER: November second.
TOM: Know what she's getting?
HUNTER: A car, the details of which I'm working on with John. How did you and Wanda meet?
TOM: A-A meeting in Boise a year to the day before we married.
HUNTER: Maybe can talk about that sometime.
TOM: Anytime. The fella in Foglost drinks a little.
HUNTER: Based on personal experience.
TOM: I was gonna ask.
HUNTER: We can talk about that too.
TOM: Alright.
HUNTER: I'm may agent in Jackson for a few days in early October.
TOM: Jackson, Wyomin'.
HUNTER: Yes. Teton Village. If you can make it, I'll get you a room.
TOM: I'll be there.
HUNTER: Cool.
CUH-LIP CUH-LOP.
[CUT TO CHLOE AND JACKIE].
INT. GREAT ROOM - DAY
Limestone TexMex Ranch.
Gil reading Foglost, INTERMITTENT WHIR OF CICADAS .
Maria arrive doorway.
MARIA: Knock knock.
GIL: Who's there?
MARIA: Ida.
GIL: Ida who?
Maria enters.
MARIA: Ida forgotten Tom and Wanda arrive tomorrow had I not seen it on the calendar.
Gil marks page, closes book, pockets glasses, turns to Maria.
GIL: Tom only. Wanda's staying back to be with a friend whose husband just passed.
MARIA: Oh. Where are the boys?
GIL: Treehouse.
MARIA: Whatcha readin'?
He shows her.
MARIA: Foglost. What's it about?
GIL: A sailor lost in fog on Lake Michigan. So far. He's drank away his marriage and is career is careening.
MARIA: Careening, huh?
GIL: It's in the book.
MARIA: H-C-Hardyn.
GIL: His latest, just out.
MARIA: Author blurb?
He opens to the author flap. Maria mumble-reads the text under the black and white medium shot of H-C Hardyn, 50ish, unbuttoned flannel over t-shirt, looking expressionless at the camera from where he stands in open high desert land, the snowcapped Organ Mountains east of Las Cruces, New Mexico behind him.
MARIA: H-C Hardyn is the author of two other novels, Yubaville and TBD, and TBD, a collection of short stories. Have you read any of these?
GIL: All of them.
MARIA: Really?
Gil nods.
MARIA (CONT.) How could I not know that?
Gil shrugs.
MARIA (CONT.): They're in the library?
GIL: Top shelf, far left.
MARIA: Hmm.
GIL: Hmm.
MARIA: What are the H and C for?
GIL: H is Hunter, don't know about the C.
MARIA: Can't be that hard to find out, right? If one were curious enough, of course.
GIL: You'd think. Minimal social profile. A short Wiki paragraph. Doesn't do interviews.
MARIA: Salingeresque?
GIL: I've read that reference. Not so easy these days.
MARIA: Not when you're advertising that you're somewhere near Las Cruces.
GIL: Misdirection?
MARIA: I mean, even just showing your face with today's recognition technology. Scan face, find address. I think I'm taking this too far. Good looking man with kind eyes. Maybe the sensitive sort.
GIL: Maybe.
MARIA: Maybe most writers are. Anyway, did the boys tell you we're tubing tomorrow?
GIL: They did. So I guess Becky's feeling a lot better.
MARIA: She is. And bringing her new boyfriend and his son.
GIL: Well that's breaking news.
MARIA: Right?
GIL: Fill me in.
MARIA: Will do. She sounded happy on the phone. Speaking of filling in, any plans to fill the void of our absence?
GIL: Yes. Meeting Ruth in Fredericksburg to visit a friend.
MARIA: Well bring peaches back and I'll make ice cream.
GIL: That is also part of the plan.
She kisses his forehead.
MARIA: Going to town for things tamale.
GIL: K. Oh.
MARIA: OH?
GIL: With your permission, I'm taking Robby out in the Corvette.
MARIA: As in him driving?
Gil nods.
GIL: Assuming he's interested, and you're okay with it.
MARIA: He doesn't know?
Gil shakes his head.
GIL: It's a surprise. If mom is, quote, down with it.
MARIA: Mom is. On one condition. I want to be there to record it when you tell him.
GIL: I'd like that to.
MARIA: Hmm.
GIL: May I read your mind?
Maria nods.
GIL (CONT.): I've already told Ricky. He knows how it works and that it's his turn next year.
Maria smiles, winks.
GIL (CONT.): He's down with it.
MARIA: Love you.
GIL: Love you too. Ricky will get taken care of.
Maria nods, turns, walks to doorway, stops, turns to Gil.
MARIA: Dad?
GIL: The key is in the glove compartment.
M: Yay. Thank you.
G: Have fun. But not too much. There's a trooper ambush spot over the rise at Rocky River.
M: All speed limit for me. Back in an hour.
She blows him a kiss, leaves into hallway, Gil returns to Foglost.
LOUDER WHIR OF CICADAS