EXT. HOUSE DECK - DAY
John and Jan in adjacent chaise lounge chairs on the deck with a view to rolling hills and oak trees. Their phones share the small table between them with the bottle and their glasses of white wine. Sections of the Sunday New York Times below the table. Add grill, table and chairs, jacuzzi. John is reading Foglost, near the end. Jan is solving The New York Times Sunday crossword with a pencil.
JAN: Heavy lifter out of the back nine sand.
John looks up from the book.
JAN(CONT.) Seven letters. Starts with N, ends with K.
JOHN: Niblick.
JAN: Doh. Niblick. Right.
She writes it in.
JAN (CONT.): Speaking of golf, did we learn anything about Brian's game?
JOHN: That he played in high school.
JAN: As in on the team, I'm assuming.
JOHN: As am I. We'll learn more tomorrow.
JAN: And niblick makes makes Babe Ruth's weapon of choice a club. I think.
JOHN: Speaking of baseball, we learned that Brian's son will be playing at Cuesta.
JAN: Eric.
JOHN: Eric.
JAN: Do we know what position?
JOHN: Pitcher. He's moving into his apartment today. Barb's nervous about meeting him next week. They're going horseback riding.
JAN: Do we know where?
JOHN: Brian has a cousin with land and horses outside Templeton.
JAN: Everybody saddling up all of a sudden.
JOHN: All of a sudden indeed.
Jan's' PHONE TONES AN OLD-SCHOOL FLASHBULB SOUND. Jan picks up, stares at the screen.
JOHN: Drumroll.
Jan hands him the phone. John stares at the selfie Chloe has taken that includes Tom sitting next to her on a log bench, their backs against a log cabin. They smile at the camera, Tom's chocolate ice cream cone against Chloe's vanilla.
JOHN (CONT.) Handsome fella. Isn't he?
JAN: I reckon he's got a twinkle to him.
John smiles.
JOHN: You reckon, huh?
JAN: Kind eyes.
Kind eyes.
JOHN: Yes. Funny.
He hands the phone back.
JAN: What?
JOHN: I just dropped fifty pounds of worry.
Jan smiles, takes his hand.
JAN: Has the fog lifted?
JOHN: Lifting just now.. A form suggesting a small island dead ahead and sound suggesting crashing waves. I'll finish it tonight.
A lull.
JAN: Have you ever owned a pair of cowboy boots?
JOHN: Roy Rogers signature with Trigger on the sides for Christmas when I was five. If that counts.
JAN: Shoot howdy it counts. And had I not asked.
JOHN: You?
JAN: No. Closest was a pair of yellow leather go-go boots when I was at Cal.
JOHN: Had I not asked. Did you ever go go-going?
JAN: Yes. There was a club called the Keystone on University.
JOHN (SINGS): Getting to know you.
JAN (SINGS): Getting to know all about you.
JOHN: Still.
JAN: Still.
Jan stands, extends hand to John, who takes it, stands. She leads to the house.
JAN (SINGS): Getting to like you.
JOHN (SINGS): Getting to hope you like me.
He puts an arm around her, she puts an arm around him. John opens the door, Jan enters, John follows, closes door behind him. They walk out of view.
