scene 2 final

EXT. MANUFACTURED HOME - SUNRISE

The front porch - potted and hanging plants, wind chimes, hummingbird feeder - and driveway of one of a dozen doublewides that line both sides of the lane in a mobile home park. The tops of cottonwood trees above and behind the neighbors across the way. Old but well-kept two-tone Ford F-150 XLT Lariat model pickup in the driveway, nosed aimed at the lane. Grill guard, trailer hitch, running boards, roof lights. 10-year-old Subaru Outback behind it at the back of the port   Wyoming plates on both.  A few United States flags fly from neighbors' porches. We can see the open front door through the closed screen door opened by Tom to let Wanda pass through to the porch.

She's in robe and slippers, thermos in both hands. He's a cowboy from boots to hat. Plain western-style shirt with pearl snap-buttons. Silver belt buckle features turquoise horseshoe. Phone peeks out from shirt pocket. Key ring on belt loop. Suitcase in hand. They walk to and down the steps to the truck. He opens the driver's door, slides the suitcase to the passenger side of the bench seat, folds down center seat into console, takes thermos from Wanda, sets it in holder. He turns to her, they kiss, embrace, another kiss, Tom gets in, puts key in ignition. Wanda closes the door, Tom rolls down the window, Wanda steps up onto the running board, both hands on the window sill.

WANDA: Scenic route or twenty-five all the way.

TOM: Scenic. Thinkin' lunch at that taco place in Cimarron, if it's still there.

WANDA: Tortilla Azul. 

TOM: That's it.

WANDA: That was delicious.

TOM: I'll send a selfie from the river.

WANDA: I would like that very much.

TOM:  And call every half-hour.

WANDA: Thank you.  

TOM: So where are you drivin' miss Daisy today?

WANDA: Coffee downtown, walk on the river trail, lunch, matinee, maybe bingo tonight.  

TOM: Ready?

She nods. Tom turns on the ignition, drives slowly to the lane, stops. Wanda pokes in her head for another kiss.

TOM: I love you Wanda Pearl.

WANDA: I love you, Thomas Travis. Drive safe, sweetheart.

TOM: How many days til we land in Honolulu.

WANDA: A hundred and two. And a little over nine and a half hours. 

TOM: But who's counting.

WANDA: Aloha, my love.

WANDA: Aloha, angel.

She steps down from the running board   Tom turns onto the lane, Wanda watches him drive away. 

INT. TRUCK 

Tom keeps his eyes on WANDA IN THE REARVIEW MIRROR.

WITH WANDA

She watches the truck stop, make the left turn, Tom wave out the window, wave and blow a kiss. She waves back, blows a kiss. the truck leaves view. She keeps her stare there, finally walks to the steps and porch. As she nears the door a strong breeze RINGS THE CHIMES. She turns to see the cottonwood leaves stirred. The gust subsides, she enters the house, closes the door.