THE SCENE:

MUDCAT MANOR/Interior/DAY

THE DAY ROOM

Light is streaming in one of the large, picture windows showing the handsome countryside that surrounds the retirement villa. The mountains rise behind the main lodge, and the ocean pounds wildly against the perfect beach below.

In the DAY ROOM, WYOWOMAN sits on a sofa, her brow furrowed in concentration as she works once more on getting that *#&%ed B chord on the guitar she cradles in her lap.

OVER, we hear the sound of slippers shuffling across linoleum. It is CATSPAW, slowly making his way to stand beside WYOWOMAN.

CATSPAW Bet you can't tell how old I am, WyoWoman.

WYO Yes, I can.

CATSPAW Bet you can't, you miserable b...

WYO (interrupting) Of course I can. Pull down your britches.

CATSPAW Huh?

WYO You heard me. Drop 'em.

CATSPAW Uh, well, ok.

WYO fumbles around for a minute or two with Mr. Spaw's delicates. Carefully, methodically. Then:

WYO OK, put yer knickers back on. Go on. You heard me. Buckle up. You're 81 years old. No doubt about it. 81.

CATSPAW WHAAAA???

WYO Yup. 81 years old.

CATSPAW Tha...that's simply amazing WyoWoman. You could tell that just from, um, feeling...

WYO Nah, ya old coot. You told me yesterday...

>;-o