INT. DINING ROOM - NIGHT
Wanda, Ruth and Hunter in three of the four seats around the table, same wood as the hutch. Framed oil-on-canvas painting of peaches-in-wooden bowl still life. View into kitchen, curtains drawn closed across big window. Each has a near-empty glass of red wine, bottle on the table near a photo album.
RUTH: Hunter, can I ask you a personal question about Foglost?
HUNTER: Of course. You've read it?
RUTH: I finished it last night.
WANDA: Tom was about to but he left it at home.
HUNTER: He mentioned that.
WANDA: I was going to start when he was done.
RUTH: Gil's read your books, too. He might also have a question or two for you.
HUNTER: I'm looking forward to meeting Gil.
RUTH: As he is looking forward to meeting you.
A lull. Each sips.
HUNTER: Your question?
RUTH: My question, because Bob's alcoholism was so vividly and viscerally conveyed, is did you ever have a drinking problem?
HUNTER: I did. The fog began to lift five or six years ago, to round it off to more or less.
RUTH: These days?
HUNTER: A beer at night and glass of wine when it's offered.
WANDA: Tom and I met at an A A meeting.
HUNTER: He mentioned that. In Boise.
WANDA: That's right.
HUNTER: And that you were married a year to the day later on the first of November.
WANDA: We were.
HUNTER: And that you were going to Hawaii for your twenty-fifth.
WANDA: Yes.
HUNTER: He told me it was his only marriage and that he had no kids that he knew of.
WANDA: That is my understanding as well.
Hunter and Ruth smile.
HUNTER: How about you, if you don't mind me asking.
WANDA: I don't mind. And hope you won't when I ask a few of you.
HUNTER: I will not.
RUTH: I've got a couple myself.
HUNTER (SINGS) Getting to know you.
RUTH/WANDA (SING): Getting to know all about you.
A lull. Each swirls and sips.
WANDA: I was married and divorced almost twenty years before I met Tom. His name was Calvin. We were very young. We had a daughter, Rebecca, who drowned in a lake when she was ten at a summer camp. Cal and I divorced a couple years later. He died from lung cancer several years ago.
HUNTER: Drinking these days?
WANDA: We'll have a beer Saturday nights and wine with Ruthie when we're down.
RUTH: Tom will have a shot of tequila with Gil when we're over there. Speaking of over there, I thought we might take the long way through Bandera. The house isn't there anymore but the neighborhood mostly is.
HUNTER: I would like that very much.
RUTH: I hope you don't mind if we stop by the cemetery.
HUNTER: I'd like that, too.
Each swirls and sips.
50. EXT. BANDERA CEMETERY - DAY
