INT. CAFE- DOWNTOWN LARAMIE - DAY
Business busy, MURMUR OF PATRONS, FAINT COWBOY INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC, gingham table clothes, framed local landscape paintings
HOSTESS, PHOEBE by her name tag, 25, menus in hand, walks Wanda and Daisy into frame and table at window to PEDESTRIANS on sidewalk, parked cars with Wyoming plates, and the shops across the street.
Wanda and Daisy, set purses on table, take their seats.
HOSTESS: Your waiter will be here in a moment.
DAISY/WANDA: Thank you.
Hostess leaves.
WANDA: Wanna see a selfie?
Daisy nods vigorously, they scoot closer together, Wanda gets phone from purse, shows Daisy the lemonade selfie Chloe took with Hunter and Tom. They stare at it.
DAISY: So tell me everything you know about her.
WANDA: She's seventeen, lives in San Luis Obispo with her mother Barbara, is about to start her senior year, scholar and surfer. Barbara's parents John and Jan are retired attorneys in Paso Robles. Last night she made a vegetarian casserole that Tom is going to get the recipe for. Today they're going on a horseback ride with Hunter's girlfriend Jackie, a history professor at New Mexico State University there in Las Cruces.
WANDA'S PHONE CHIRPS. She picks up, stares at selfie Chloe has taken with Hunter, Tom, and Jackie bunched together at San Augustin Pass parking area.
DAISY: We've been there. Clem and I.
WANDA: Where is there?
DAISY: San Augustin Pass on highway seventy between Las Cruces and Alamogordo, between the Organ Mountains and the San Andres Mountains. If I recall correctly.
WANDA: What were you doing there?
DAISY: On the way to White Sands with friends we had in El Paso. That's what's called the Tularosa Basin in the background. She's radiant.
WANDA: She is.
DAISY: And look at Tom's smile.
WANDA: I am.
WAITER, GREG by name tag, 21, arrives.
WAITER: Good morning, ladies.
DAISY/WANDA: Good morning.
WAITER: I am Greg, per the nametag. Have you had a chance to look at the menu?
WANDA: We know what we want, Greg.
WAITER: Alrighty then.
WANDA: I'll have the French toast and coffee.
WAITER (WRITING ON PAD): French and coffee.
He looks to Daisy.
DAISY: I'LL the eggs over easy and hash browns, crispy, and a coffee.
WAITER (WRITING): Over and crisp hash, coffee. Ice water with coffee?
DAISY/WANDA: Yes.
WANDA: And I'll add an orange juice.
DAISY: Second that.
WAITER: O-J times two.
WANDA/DAISY: Thank you.
WAITER: My pleasure. So who knows H-C Hardyn?
Wanda and Daisy look at each other, at waiter.
WAITER: The man in the photo who isn't the cowboy is a best-selling author, in case you didn't know and unless that's H-C Hardyn's doppelganger. Hardyn with a Y. And yes, I am being absolutely none-of-my-business nosey.
WANDA: How do you know him?
WAITER: I'm an English major at the U. I wrote a paper on Isleton last semester. I'm re-reading Yubaville before I start his latest novel Foglost. How do you know him?
WANDA: I don't. My husband, the cowboy, just met him.
WAITER: Cool. Sorry if I was intrusive, which of course I was.
WANDA: Not at all.
WAITER: B-R-B with your water, coffee and O-J.
He leaves. Wanda and Daisy look at each other, then back at the photo.
DAISY: Small world.
WANDA: Getting smaller.
