EXT. RUTH'S FRONT PORCH - DAY
Ruth and Wanda in rockers, glasses of lemonade in hand, glass pitcher on the table between them. ROCKERS CREAK dissimilarly. WHIR OF CICADAS.
A BREEZE SINGS THE CHIMES.
RUTH: Storm on the way.
WANDA: I saw that on the weather channel. I guess Corpus is battening down the hatches.
RUTH: We'll start getting our share late afternoon early evening. Probably not a bad idea to leave Gil's in time to beat the start of it.
WANDA: Definitely not a bad idea.
RUTH: Wait until you see how the boys have grown.
WANDA: That's what Gil told Tom.
RUTH: They cried when he told them. And Maria. He told her about Hunter.
WANDA: Alright.
RUTH: Maria told the boys.
RUTH: Okay.
The SOUND OF TOM'S TRUCK'S ENGINE lifts them out of their rockers. They watch Hunter drive intom frame, slow, look at them as he arrives at the driveway.
INT. TRUCK
Hunter drives to the garage, the women walk to the steps, he stops, turns off engine.
PORCH
Hunter gets out, walks the steps, embraces each of them. Ruth takes one of Hunter's hands, Wanda the other, lead him to the screen door. Ruth opens it, motions Hunter in, Wanda follows, then Ruth. WHIR OF CICADAS.
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