scene 3
INT. GREAT ROOM - DAY
Limestone walls, hardwood floor.
Longhorn steer skull and horns above the family photographs on mantel above fireplace.
Sombrero, two cowboy hats, Houston Oilers football helmet and camouflage ballcap on rack near entryway.
Leather furniture oriented to fireplace, big screen TV and big window to woods.
Pool table, mini-fridge near counter attended by four stools, loaded rifle closet, four whitetail buck shoulder mounts.
GIL, mid-70s - socks, jeans, button-up short-sleeve shirt, glasses - sits in corner rocker near window to woods in which two boys, ROBERTO, 16, and RODRIGO, 14 - both in shorts, tee shirts, tennis shoes - kick a soccer ball back and forth to each other. Loafers under rocker, phone on the rocker's lampstand. Gil turns a page of the book in his lap. MARIA, 40-ish - sandals, old jeans, mustard tee with BROWNSVILLE GYRL in brown across chest - arrives in entryway.
MARIA: Knock knock.
GIL: Who's there?
MARIA: Ida.
GIL: Ida who?
MARIA: Ida forgotten Tom and Wanda arrive tomorrow had I not seen it on the calendar.
GIL: Just Tom.
He marks page, closes book.
GIL (cont.): Wanda stayed back to be with a friend whose husband just passed.
MARIA: Oh. How long will he be here?
GIL: A week or so. Big news.
MARIA: Yeah?
GIL: They're moving down.
MARIA: Down where?
GIL: Kerrville. They and Ruth are going in together.
MARIA: Wow..
GIL: Ruth and Tom are going to looky-loo a few places.
MARIA: This is great, dad.
GIL: Yes it is.
She approaches him..
MARIA: Whatcha readin'?
Gil lifts the book to show her it's Foglost.
MARIA: Your guy. When did it come out?
GIL: Sunday.
MARIA: What's it about?
GIL: An alcoholic's slow and steady demise, so far.
MARIA: Looks like enough pages left for hope.
GIL: We shall see.
She kisses his head.
MARIA: When will Ruth and Tom come by?
GIL: Day after tomorrow.
MARIA: What's your guy looking like these days?
Gil turns to the author flap showing a medium shot of Hunter in plaid flannel and beanie, snow on the peaks of the Organ Mountains behind him, above the blurb:
H.C. Hardyn is the author of another novel, Trabuco, and a book of short stories, Puncture Wounds.
MARIA: Handsome man aging well. Those are the Organ Mountains east of Las Cruces.
GIL: Yeah?
MARIA: Yeah. No indication re location in his social media?
GIL: No. Minimal footprint, Wiki page his publisher maintains, almost zero personal information, never given an interview.
MARIA: Hmm. Ready for your haircut when you are.
GIL: Five minutes.
MARIA: I'll be there.
She leaves, he examines author page, opens book to mark. When his PHONE VIBRATES he picks up to see the selfie Tom has sent, standing and saluting in front of the Huey helicopter display at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial near Angel Fire, New Mexico. His cowboy hat shades his eyes but his smile is big. Gil goes to the author flap, compares the two images, finally pockets phone, watches the boys, opens book to mark, reads..