Sound of kids playing outside. HOGAN lets himself into the cabin. It has been straightened up. He notices a large library book. He picks it up, flips through it. VERONICA enters. Summer clothes. VERONICA: You got my messages. HOGAN: Why I’m here. VERONICA: Well, good. HOGAN: Sorry about the delay. My phone died and I couldn’t find the charger! You a birder? VERONICA: No. (He shows her the book. It’s a Field Guide to North American Birds.) Oh. No, that’s just for my son. He’s into birds and wildlife right now, he’s always asking their names, so. HOGAN: How old is he? VERONICA: Seven. HOGAN: Wow. Is he some kind of genius? VERONICA: No. HOGAN: Pretty heavy reading for a seven-year-old, isn’t it? I mean this is like a hard-core scientific text. VERONICA: It’s just in case he wants to look up one of the names. It’s what the library had. HOGAN: Oh. Okay. (Beat. She begins setting out lunch.) They’re having a good time looks like. You got them some lessons? VERONICA: Yes.
