Archive for February 8, 2013

All contents trademarked TM  and copyrighted (c)  by Ryan Carey, 2013. That means if you want to reproduce or use this material for any reason,  you have to ask me real nice.



LARRY enters the retail area on the first floor of JUNE’s home/studio through the front door. JUNE is standing, arranging some of her wares on one of the display tables, and has her back turned to him.

JUNE : Hey, Mr. fashionably late, you’re early.

LARRY nervously glances at his watch yet again.

LARRY : Not too early, I hope. 4:52 by my watch.

LARRY pauses, considering fora moment before resuming speaking.

LARRY : Anyway, howd’ja know it was me?

JUNE : Your clothes smell like smoke. And nobody else is careful with the door like that.

JUNE turns to face LARRY, who is sheepishly running his hand through his hair.

LARRY : One of thee days I really am gonna quit.

JUNE walks towards her desk/cash register area.

JUNE : Which? Smoking, or closing doors like some cat burglar?

LARRY : How about both?

JUNE opens up her cash drawer and takes out a twenty dollar bill while continuing to converse.

JUNE : Suit yourself. For the record, I never asked you to do either.

LARRY : Duly noted. So — good day for ya?

JUNE : Good enough to keep First Trust Mortgage off my ass for another month. Made seven sales.

LARRY : Sounds pretty good to me.

JUNE : Good enough to live on, not good enough to drink off (pauses) — much.

LARRY : Well, heck — I just hope yer good an’ hungry.

JUNE places the twenty inside a small billfold, then drops the billfold into her purse.

JUNE : Famished. You?

LARRY : The same. Haven’t eaten all day.

JUNE : I had time to swipe one of yesterday’s scones from Vera before I came over and opened up.

JUNE steps out from behind the register and walks towards LARRY, who is holding out the flowers toward her.

LARRY : These are for you.

JUNE takes the flowers from his hand with a slight smile.

JUNE : Had to settle for the grocery store?

LARRY : Florist’s wasn’t open.

JUNE : Well, I’ll just say I appreciate ’em instead of something more smart-assed.

JUNE moves behind her desk again and begins arranging the flowers in one of her empty vases.

LARRY : That’s it? (pauses) To eat, I mean?

JUNE : That’s it. Sounds like it’s more than you had.

LARRY : Yeah, wanted to save my appetite.

JUNE : Not your pennies?

LARRY ( somewhat nervously) : Well, sure — those too.

JUNE finishes arranging the flowers, steps out from behind the desk and locks her arm in his, in a manner clearly more playful than romantic.

JUNE : Relax, slugger. I’m a cheap date.

LARRY : Don’t worry about that, I just —

JUNE interrupts him mid-sentence.

JUNE : I wasn’t. And I’m actually not. In that order.

LARRY (pausing a moment to work out what she just told him) : So — you weren’t worried, and you’re not a cheap date.

LARRY and JUNE walk arm in arm toward the door.

JUNE : I lied. I do that sometimes, remember? (pauses)  Actually, I dunno if I’m a cheap date or not. Depends on how pricey the place you’re taking me to is.

LARRY : I liked the looks of that new-ish looking place kinda down by the river.

JUNE : You think of that on your own? I’m impressed.

LARRY : Well, it came recommended. But I saw it walkin’ around today and gave it a mental thumbs-up.

JUNE : You must’a been talking to Bert.

LARRY : Guilty as charged. I didn’t pry him for any info on ya or anything, though.

JUNE : Please. Of course you did. He just wouldn’t tell you much.

LARRY again runs his hand nervously through his hair.

JUNE : Actually, though,  that place is kinda perfect. We don’t even have to drive. We can catch the walking trail right down the hill from my back yard an’ hoof it the whole — I dunno, six blocks there.

LARRY : You got a view of the river from the your backyard?

JUNE : Sure do. ‘Member, it’s where I told you I always see Mr. Cat-In-The-Hat, or Year of the Cat — or whatever he is — walking.

JUNE unlocks her arm from LARRY’s, turns around, and proceeds to head toward the back door of her house instead, LARRY following a half-step behind her lead.

LARRY : Actually, I think it’s Frank. If I remember right.

JUNE : Oh yeah, I forgot — he’s got a name, too.



LARRY and JUNE are walking side-by-side, not holding hands, but in fairly close proximity to one another. LARRY has his hands in his pockets slightly, while JUNE’s arms hang at her side freely.  They are conversing as they walk and we join them in what is obviously mid-conversation.

LARRY : —so yeah, I think I musta been pretty close to the back of your house without knowin’ it ‘cuz this all looks familiar.

JUNE : No offense, but sounds like you had kind of a dull day.

LARRY : It’s only dull if you’ve seen all this stuff before. Which, needless to say, I haven’t.

JUNE : Never seen a river? Seems pretty unlikely, even for a city boy. (pauses, grinning, obviously not serious) Oh, wait — it’s lakes you guys have up there, right? 10,00 of ’em or something?

LARRY : Enh — who’s counting? Anyway, never seen this river. Or at least this part of it. (pauses) But now I have. (pauses again, grinning) Many, many times in fact.

JUNE nudges his side slightly with her arm.

JUNE : Admit it — you were bored outta your mind.

LARRY : Only sometimes. When I wasn’t to busy being nervous.

JUNE lets out a less-than-demure laugh, clearly amused at this statement, and nudges her arm playfully into his side.

JUNE : Larry, dear, not sure how to break this to you, but —

LARRY interrupts her in mid-sentence.

LARRY : I know, I know — I’m always nervous. What can I say? It’s a way of life.

JUNE : Well, it’s a way of life you can keep. Still — if you actually, consciously noticed how nervous you were today —

LARRY interrupts her in mid-sentence again.

LARRY (somewhat sheepishly) : It means I was extra nervous?

JUNE : Hell — maybe even extra, extra nervous.

LARRY : S’pose there’s not much point in denyin’ that.

JUNE stops walking, and LARRY does likewise. JUNE turns to face him, looking directly into his eyes.

JUNE : Well, cut it the fuck out, will ya? In case you hadn’t noticed, I do actually like you (pauses) — in spite of yourself. And my better judgment.

There is a brief pause before JUNE resumes walking, LARRY now a half-step behind her.

LARRY : I’ll definitely see what I can do.

JUNE : That’s all I ask.

JUNE turns to face LARRY as she waits for a brief instant for his pace to catch up with hers.

JUNE CON’T : For now, at least.

LARRY is right next to JUNE now and they resume walking.

LARRY : Ooohh, “for now” she says! Don’t go gettin’ my hopes up or anything.

JUNE : You don’t do smart-ass real well.

LARRY (in a mock-sigh) : One more thing to add to the list.

JUNE : No, I’m serious. It’s not your thing. That’s good.

LARRY : Well, I haven’t had anyone to be a smart-ass to in awhile, so —

JUNE interrupts him mid-sentence

JUNE : We can save the life story thing for over dinner. Just (pausing) — take it as a compliment. If I wanted to have dinner with a smart-ass who thinks he can finish all my sentences for me, there’s plenty of guys around here I could be eating with tonight.

LARRY : Fair enough.

JUNE points up the slight embankment to the restaurant; they have arrived at their destination.

JUNE (pointing as she speaks) : We’re here.

LARRY : Good deal.

LARRY and JUNE begin ascending the steps up to the restaurant, LARRY following a step behind JUNE, as is becoming an unconscious custom to him.

JUNE : A friend of mine actually works here, been meaning to stop by for ages. Dunno if she’s on tonight.

LARRY : Well, guess we’re about to find out.

JUNE : Guess we are.

LARRY and JUNE reach the top of the stairs and make their way a few steps over to the restaurant. JUNE approaches the door first and opens it, LARRY following immediately in her wake.


Entire contents trademarked TM  and copyrighted (c)  by Ryan Carey, 2013. That means that if you want to reproduce or use this material for any reason, you have to ask me real nice.



There is a different MOTEL CLERK (referred to hereafter as MOTEL CLERK 2), a middle-aged woman who is reading a newspaper, working at the desk as LARRY enters through the front door. LARRY jingles his room key in his hand as he approaches the counter and addresses MOTEL CLERK 2.

LARRY : No Nestor today?

MOTEL CLERK 2 glances up from her paper.

MOTEL CLERK 2 : He don’t work Sundays.

LARRY : Church-goin’ man? Well, good for him, good for him.

MOTEL CLERK 2 : Church o’ the green an’ gold more like. Not that he couldn’t watch ’em here, but he’s got  the big-screen at home.

LARRY gives a confused look.

MOTEL CLERK 2 CON’T : Packers.

LARRY : Ah — gotcha.

LARRY pauses, gives another quizzical look, still clearly a bit confused.

LARRY CON’T : But doesn’t the season start in like two or three more weeks?

MOTEL CLERK 2 : Well — he don’t work Sundays anyway. An’ speakin’ of anyway — anyway, you were six?

LARRY : Once upon a time.

MOTEL CLERK 2 : Room six.

LARRY (grinning) : Haven’t had your coffee yet?

MOTEL CLERK 2 gives LARRY a quizzical look.

MOTEL CLERK 2: Come again?

LARRY : Nothing. Maybe you don’t all bust each —

LARRY stops mid-sentence, decides the better of going down that road, and hands his key to MOTEL CLERK 2.

LARRY CON’T : Yup. I was six.

MOTEL CLERK 2 looks at a hand-written note on the desk, turns her attention to LARRY again.

MOTEL CLERK 2 : Sez yer all paid up. Everything okay in there? Didn’t leave us a mess or nothin’, did’ja?

LARRY : No mess, even made the bed for ya.

MOTEL CLERK 2 seems somewhat astounded by this.

MOTEL CLERK 2 : Well that was a waste o’ time. Gotta wash the sheets anyway.

LARRY : State law or somethin’?

MOTEL CLERK 2 : I leave the bitchin’ about Madison to Nestor. We jus’ like ta keep a clean place around here in case ya ain’t noticed.

LARRY : Well — I was kidding, anyway. The room ain’t messy — hell, at least not by my standards — but I didn’t make the bed. Or clean out the ashtray. Might even be an empty pop can or two in there.

MOTEL CLERK 2 : Sounds like a reg’lar pig sty. By my standards.

LARRY makes a somewhat startled look, clearly taken aback by MOTEL CLERK 2’s comment.

LARRY (somewhat nervously) : Guess I really didn’t think —

MOTEL CLERK 2 interrupts LARRY in mid-sentence.

MOTEL CLERK 2 : Relax, hot shot — this time I was kiddin’. Anyway, it’ll gimme somethin’ ta do later, won’t it? Cleanin’ up yer ungodly mess.

LARRY : Happy to do my part fer yer job security.

LARRY makes his way toward the door to exit, pauses for a moment, turns to address MOTEL CLERK 2 again, who has turned her attention back to her newspaper.

LARRY : I thought the house rule was everybody  pays in advance?

MOTEL CLERK 2 turns flips the pages of the newspaper, clearly paying more attention to it than to LARRY.

MOTEL CLERK 2 : If that’s what Nestor told’ja, that’s what he told’ja.

LARRY ponders for a moment before speaking.

LARRY : Fair enough. Have yerself a good day.

MOTEL CLERK 2 : Yup, yup. Likewise.

LARRY exits the motel office.



LARRY parks his car along one of the town’s sidewalked streets, checks his shirt pocket for cigarettes, undoes his seatbelt, unlocks the car door, gets up and exits the car. He stretches his arms above his head for a minute immediately after exiting, re-locks the car door, and closes it.



LARRY walks by on the sidewalk  in front of Vera’s, has a quick glance toward the main front window, takes a step in the direction of the front door, thinks, the better of it, turns back, and resumes walking straight ahead.



LARRY sits on the same park bench he was reading the paper on the the previous day, takes a cigarette from his shirt pocket, lights up, takes a drag and exhales.



LARRY is strolling in what he presumes to be a nonchalant fashion on a walking path by the bank of the river that runs near town. He bends over, picks up a rock, skips it across the water, and watches it . After it sinks, he picks up another rock and does the same thing again.



LARRY looks up a slight embankment along the walking path near the river, notices the restaurant that BERT had mentioned to him the other night and a series of steps leading from the restaurant down to the river. He walks up the steps, takes a look at the restaurant from the outside for a few moments, and nods his head.



LARRY is once again seated at his now-customary park bench, speaking on his cell phone.

LARRY (into phone) : No, Joe, every thing seemed pretty good for the most part.

LARRY pauses, presumably allowing JOE to respond on the other end, although we don’t hear JOE’s voice.

LARRY (into phone) CON’T : Yeah, he never showed.

LARRY pauses again.

LARRY (into phone) CON’T : Well, he did say something about that.

LARRY pauses again.

LARRY (into phone) CON’T : Yeah, I know, I actually meant ta call a little earlier, but —

LARRY pauses again.

LARRY(into phone) CON’T : No, I’ll just drop it off tomorrow if that’s cool. Won’t be back in ’till kinda late.

LARRY pauses again.

LARRY (into phone, slight grin on his face) CON’T : No, I’m not usin’ yer machine fer a side gig — christ, it’s a Sunday night.

LARRY pauses again.

LARRY (into phone, still grinning) CON’T : Well, there ain’t no Legion club here. ‘Least none that I saw.

LARRY pauses again.

LARRY (into phone) CON’T : What? Yeah, I still haven’t split here yet. Haven’t split Split Rock.

LARRY pauses again, for a slightly lengthier duration.

LARRY(into phone) CON’T : No, no, it’s nothin’ like —

Longer, somewhat exasperated pause.

LARRY(into phone) CON’T : Look, I’ll just fill ya in later, okay?

LARRY pauses briefly again.

LARRY (into phone) CON’T : Okay, Joe. Gotcha.

LARRY pauses briefly again.

LARRY (into phone) CON’T : Right, Joe.

LARRY pauses briefly again.

LARRY : Tomorrow morning. Ten-ish. I got it, I got it.

LARRY pauses again.

LARRY (into phone) CON’T : I swear ta God, Joe, you worry too damn much.

LARRY pauses very briefly one last time.

LARRY (into phone ) CON’T : You got it. Never fear. Thanks again, Joe.

LARRY pauses mid-sentence.

LARRY (into phone) CON’T: Or thanks the first time, I guess, if I didn’t say so before.

LARRY ends the call, flips the phone closed, and places it back in his pants pocket.



LARRY is standing in one of the grocery store’s check-out lines holding some flowers for purchase.


LARRY stands on the sidewalk in front of June’s home/studio for a moment, flowers in one hand,  checks his watch, pauses for a moment, does a quick little sign of the cross, and walks up the stone path leading to the front porch door. Once on the porch he pauses and nervously checks his watch again before opening the door and, once again, closing it slowly and securely behind him to make sure it doesn’t snap shut too loudly.