EXT. MODEST HOME - SUNRISE
One of several similar homes across the leafy street from a park. Wyoming plates on the two-tone late-eighties Ford F-150 XLT Lariat pickup truck in the driveway. SONG OF WESTERN MEADOWLARK before TOM, mid-70s, opens the front and screen doors for WANDA, mid-70s, to walk through to the porch populated by potted plants and chimes. She's in robe and slippers; he's a cowboy from boots to hat, including silver belt buckle featuring a turquoise horseshoe, and carrying a suitcase.
WANDA: Twenty-five all the way or the scenic route?
TOM: Scenic.
WANDA: Lunch?
TOM: Thinkin' that Mexican place in Cimarron we stopped in.
WANDA: Tortilla Azul.
TOM: That's it. Knew it was tortilla somethin'.
WANDA: I've never had a batter tamale other than Maria's.
Tom opens driver's door, puts suitcase in, hat atop it, key in ignition, turns to Wanda, hugs her.
TOM: Speakin' of Maria, she and the boys arrived yesterday.
WANDA: I remembered that last night. Take pictures.
TOM: Will do.
WANDA: He kisses her. gets in behind the wheel, Wanda closes the door, Tom starts engine, rolls down driver's window, Wanda steps onto running board, pokes head in through window.
WANDA: I love you, Tom.
TOM: I love you, Wanda.
A lengthy kiss.
TOM (cont.) How many days 'til Honolulu?
WANDA: Sixty-one.
TOM: But who's countin'.
She checks his watch.
WANDA: And eight hours sixteen minutes, if our plane's on time.
TOM: Ready?
Wanda nods and holds on as Tom drives to the street, stops. They share another kiss, Wanda steps down.
TOM (cont.): I'll call every hour on the hour.
WANDA: I'll be waiting.
Wanda steps up for another kiss, steps down.
WANDA: Buckle up, cowboy.
Tom buckles up. Wanda flashes sign language "I love you" gesture, Tom reciprocates, winks, Wanda winks back, blows him a kiss, he blows a kiss back, turns onto street, Wanda watches the truck proceed to stop sign.
INT. TRUCK
Tom keeps his eyes on WANDA IN THE REARVIEW MIRROR, arrives at stop sign, makes turn signal.
EXT. DRIVEWAY
Wanda watches Tom makes the turn, wave through window, she waves back, watches the truck leave view. A breeze stirs her hair, she crosses arms over chest, walks steps to porch as a stronger gust RINGS THE CHIMES. She opens screen door, enters house, closes front door behind her.
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