EXT. JOHN AND JAN'S POOL - DAY
John in Hawaiian-print trunks and Jan in one-piece swimsuit, both with sunglasses, on their backs on their respective floats. Occasional FAINT SPARROW SONG throughout..
JAN: Did you tell me where they're staying?
JOHN: I don't remember doing so. The Teton club.
JAN: Nice. Do we know where the wedding is?
JOHN: Wilson.
JAN: And the bride is who to Eldredge?
JOHN: Grandniece. Did I tell you they're selling and leaving Chicago?
JAN: If you did, I don't recall. I hope I would remember something like that.
JOHN: I'm sure I didn't.
JAN: Selling and moving where?
JOHN: Capistrano or San Clemente.
JAN: Really?
JOHN: They're tired of the winters.
JAN: Well, I'm a little surprised it took so long.
JOHN: Waiting for his grandson to finish high school.
JAN: Ah. That rings a bell. Time frame?
JOHN: ASAP but no rush.
JAN: Train visits.
JOHN: Yep.
A long pause.
JAN/JOHN: Have you visited Wanda's blog?
They smile.
JAN/JOHN: You first.
JAN: The most recent, about their friend Clem's passing. And I clicked on a random date in May and found an entry about a visit to friends with horses near Sheridan. I'm going to stop there for now. I feel like I'm eavesdropping somehow, as silly as that sounds.
JOHN: The same. And with the random clicks on two entries. One a year ago about Ruth's visit to Laramie, and another about members of their square dance group in the Cheyenne Days parade.
JAN: Square dance.
JOHN: Replete with festive attire.
JAN: Have you ever do-si-doed?
A puase.
JOHN: Junior high Sadie Hawkins Day.
JAN: Who asked you to dance?
JOHN (TWO BEATS): Maureen Doyle.
JAN: Can you describe Maureen Doyle?
JOHN: Two inches taller than me, slender. Auburn hair in a ponytail tied by a red ribbon. Green eyes, slight overbite, and a smile she held her hand over to hide her prominent two front teeth. Blue jeans, cowgirl boots, gingham blouse. We'd been in school together since fourth grade.
JAN: And talked?
JOHN: Never. Infrequent nods in passing in the hallway.
JAN: How did the evening end?
A long pause.
JOHN: We talked over ice cream at a picnic table near hay bales. We set a date to meet at a basketball game the following week.
JAN: And.
JOHN: Her dad picked her up after the dance. Her dad picked her up after the dance and they were both killed on the way home when a drunk driver hit them head on trying to pass a car on a blind curve.
She looks at John, sees the tears, takes his hand.
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