Gil and Roberto with straws in cans of horchata at a picnic table shaded by one of the many oak trees that surround the rustic store at the intersection where one two-lane highway bisects another. in the Texas Hill Country. Texas plates on vehicles in the parking lot that features Gil's Porsche 911 and a row of Harley-Davidson motorcycles lined up like horses at a hitching post. OTHER VISITORS at the three other picnic tables. The rumble of its engine precedes the big truck loaded with innertubes for river floating drives into and then out of view around the bend in the road.
Gil's PHONE RINGTONES PIANO OPENING to the Marcia Ball song, That's Enough of That Stuff..
GIL: Ruth.
(He gets phone from pocket.)
GIL: Hey girl.
(His face expresses the news he is hearing.)
Ruthie, I'll drive. I'm with Bobby in Venderpool. We'll go home, I''ll get the truck and be there in a couple hours, alright.
Okay, I'll call when I'm leaving. Is Wanda okay?
Alright. Talk to you soon.
(He pcockets his phone, ponders.)
ROBERTO: What's wrong?
GIL: Tom died.
(Roberto puts his hand on Gil's, Gil holds it, puts arm around Roberto.)
We need to get home so I can drive Ruth to the airport to get Wanda.
Roberto stands, Gil stands. Roberto puts arm around Gil, Gil puts arm around Roberto, they walk to the Porsche. Gil hands Roberto the keys. They get in, buckle up, Roberto drives out of lot onto road, turns onto bisecting highway, drives out of view.
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