EXT. LARAMIE RIVER GREENBELT TRAIL - DAY
Wanda and DAISY, 70-something, sit on a bench between the trail and river near the Laramie River Historic Bridge. Both in tennis shoes, anklet socks, knee-length shorts, long-sleeve blouses.
DAISY: You're going to miss our balmy winters.
Wanda laughs.
WANDA: Ruth sent me a picture of her porch thermometer this morning at ten-thirty. Already ninety on the way to a hundred-and-five, with ninety-two humidity.
DAISY: And that's worse than shoveling the driveway in twenty-below?
WANDA (beat) No, it is not.
DAISY: How cold are Kerrville winters?
WANDA: Thirties occasionally. Infrequently colder and usually warmer.
DAISY: Fireplace.
WANDA: Very preferably.
DAISY: Big back yard?
WANDA: That would be nice. And a shade tree. I think you would like Kerrville.
Wanda's PHONE RINGTONES an instrumental version of the Townes Van Zandt song, If I Needed You. She gets phone from pocket. Behind them on the trail a JOGGER follows her DOG on a leash.
W(CONT.): You in your room?
Rain yet?
On the bridge bench with Daisy about to head to Centennial to meet Carl and Darlene for dinner.
We'll spend the night, come back after a hike in the morning.
Plenty of picture taking. Loved the Cimarron selfie, by the way.
I love you, too.
Sweet dreams, sweetheart.
(She pockets phone. Behind them on the trail a MAN rides a bike behind a SMALL BOY on a bike with training wheels.)
DAISY: Where is he staying?
WANDA: Yucca Springs Motel. We've stopped there a couple times. Simple, great Chinese restaurant down the street, window to the skyline.
DAISY: Clem and I stayed in Albuquerque once. Nineteen eighty-five. La Posada de Albuquerque.
WANDA: For how long and for what reason?
DAISY: Two nights, for a wedding. Clem's cousin Darrel's son David. We all took the tram ride to Sandia Peak. I have pictures somewhere.
(A lull. A FISH SPLASH in the river.)
WANDA: Rainbow.
DAISY: Yep. Ready?
Wanda nods. They rise, walk back to the trail hand in hand.
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