DESERTED cont'd
W: Yes, uninterested. You said, “whatever.” My whatever was a walk.
M: It's almost dark. It'll be eight before we eat.
W: Oh, Henry there are whole civilized nations that consider that early for dinner. (she heads in the house).
M (muttering): Well not this civilized nation. (louder) “Whatever” does not mean “uninterested.”
W: (liltingly): Yes, it does dearest.
M: Hmmpf.
W: I wonder what it would cost to get our bit of orchard into shape.
M: Our bit of orchard? There's at least 10 acres down there. What do you mean “in shape”?
W: Producing apples?
M: Why?
W (coming to the door) People eat them. We could sell them to those people.
M (tired): May, we retired remember? We came here to your beloved desert. I don't know why they tried to turn it into orchards, but I can understand why they stopped.
W: They didn't just try, they did it. They didn't stop for anything other economics (returns to cooking inside).
M: Well that's a pretty damn good reason to stop—especially if you're living on a fixed income.
W: Henry, we are not exactly living hand to mouth on our social security and you know it.
M: But there's no new source of income is there?
W: Could be (we can here her smile) apples.
M: Oh for pete's sake you said it yourself, that's not income that's an expense.
W (backing through the screen door with two plates, which she delivers to a small table at one end of the porch): Humor dear. Could you get the drinks?
M: Sure, what do you want?
W (heading thru the door before him): Water . . . no I'll have a beer.
M (at door): I thought you wanted me to get them.
W: (coming back through with silverware) I do dear, there's more than just plates to fetch.
M (going in): Oh, of course. All right. Beer eh? Guess I will too.
(They almost collide as he comes back and out and she heads in)
M: I got them.
W: I believe you, still a few things for me to grab.
M: I could have gotten them if you'd asked. (He stands expectantly by the table)
W (returning with catsup, olives, etc.): Sit, sit. This is the last.
(They sit and there is a brief pause as they comtemplate the table, the lighting shifts to night)
M: No twilight here. Sun sets and it's lights out.
W: Oh, it's not that bad. Besides the stars are so bright you don't need twilight.
M (Holding up beer): To our first month of retirement.
W: To our first month. Think we'll make it a year?