INT. GREAT ROOM - DAY
Texican. Limestone and leather. Fireplace, whitetail deer mounts. Gil reading book in rocker facing big window to oak motte.
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 marks page, closes book, turns to Maria.
GIL: Just Tom. Wanda's staying to be with a friends whose husband just passed.
MARIA: Oh.
GIL: And big news.
MARIA: Big good news?
GIL: Big great news. They're buying a house with Ruth in Kerrville.
MARIA: Wow. That's huge wonderful news.
GIL: Tom and Ruth are going are going to check a few open houses.
MARIA: They're coming over, aren't they?
GIL: Monday afternoon. Dinner at Spanish Trail.
MARIA: Yay. Whatcha readin'?
He holds up Foglost.
MARIA: Your guy.
GIL: Picked it at up yesterday.
MARIA: You're moving through it.
GIL: Page turner.
MARIA: What's it about?
GIL: A man whose drinking has ended his marriage and is ruining his law career buys a boat and takes it on Lake Superior. I'm where he's just encountered serious fog.
MARIA: Ruh roh.
A soccer ball rolls into frame of the big window, drawing Gil's and Maria's attention. TWO BOYS 16, and 14, in tennis shoes, shorts and Mexico national soccer team jerseys, race neck and neck in pursuit of the ball, follow it out of frame.
GIL: Somebody's caught up.
MARIA: He tries harder.
GIL: I've noticed.
MARIA: The younger ones usually do.
GIL: I'm going to let Robby drive the Corvette, if it's okay with you.
MARIA: Of course. I expect pictures.
GIL: There'll be pictures.
MARIA: Have a route in mind?
GIL: A Vanderpool loop we took when Ricky first drove it.
MARIA: That's news to me. How old was he?
GIL: Fifteen and-a-half.
MARIA: No pictures
GIL: Lost in the fire.
Gil's PHONE RINGTONES TBD.
MARIA: Hoodat?
GIL: Tom.
He picks up, stares at screen. A selfie Tom, aviator sunglasses, has taken of himself at the Vietnam War-era Huey helicopter at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial State Park in Angel Fire, New Mexico.
MARIA: Where is that?
GIL: Vietnam Memorial in Angel Fire.
MARIA: Y'all fishin'.
Gil smiles, sets phone.
GIL: We all fishin'. Friday morning, Breaking in Dale's new pond.
MARIA: Oh that's right. Sounds fun. Taking the boys?
GIL: Taking the boys.
As previously, practically exactly, soccer ball enters frame from other direction, the boys, neck and neck follow it out of frame. She leans to kiss Gil's cheek.
MARIA: Off to market, back in an hour.
GIL: If we're not here we're at the treehouse.
MARIA: How's it coming?
GIL: Well, I'll take pictures. Drive safe.
MARIA: Always.
She leaves, he resumes Foglost.
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