EXT HOUSE/DRIVEWAY - DAY
Barb arrive home, driving Volvo wagon. Cerro shows SLO.
PHONE CHIRP. A selfie Chloe has sent, including Tom and Hunter.
She stares before finally SENDING it to MOMDAD.
INT. JAN AND JOHN'S HOUSE - SUNSET
Upscale rural Paso Robles. Red wine with the selfie Barb has forwarded.
JOHN: It's probably coincidental that he arrives two days after Foglost comes out.
JAN: That crossed my mind.
JOHN: He's handsome. Isn't he.
JAN: He is. Kind eyes.
JOHN: Yes. A little sad, too?
JAN: A little. Have you ever owned a pair of cowboy boots.
JOHN: Roy Rogers with trigger embroidered on the side, for Christmas.
JAN: Well had I not asked. How old were you?
JOHN: Shit, what, five or six? Santa Claus put them under the tree next to the empty plate on which Gwen and I left him cookies and a cup of milk.
JAN: Aw. Do you remember what Gwen got?
JOHN: Tricycle. Pink, with a basket on the handlebars. Have you ever set foot in a pair of cowgirl boots?
JAN: With Gloria and Madeleine when we were in Denver for the reunion.
JOHN: Obviously you didn't buy them.
JAN: I did not. I felt a little wobbly. Then again we walked in wobbly after an extended brunch. To the degree that I temporarily forgot the promise I had made to Chloe about not buying leather.
JOHN: I have a feeling Tom might know a thing or two about the cattle industry.
JAN: I reckon we'll know a thing or two more about Tom Walker from Texas when Barb calls.
JOHN: And right after Brian's sudden and surprising arrival.
JAN: When it rains.
JOHN: We're going to need a bigger umbrella.
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18. EXT. HUNTER'S PATIO - NIGHT
RAINING. Hunter, Chloe and Tom around the table, post-dinner, remnants on plates pushed to center.
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