INT. LITERARY AGENT'S OFFICE - CHICAGO LAKEFRONT TOWER - DAY
GWEN 50-ish, enters, closes door, sits at desk aimed at upper floor window to the lake under a grey sky.
What's on her desk? TBD but includes one selfie with Dan, probably at Fenway, or Wrigley. Screensaver?
A poster and art TBD, etc.
She picks up hone, is startled when it RINGTONES TBD.
SALLY: I was picking up the phone to call you.
You first.
She's doing better, thank you for asking. She was a little nervous but ended up frolicking in the dog park last night.
Wiggly Field.
Wiggly. W-I-G-G-LY. Get it?
So Hollywood emailed about Trabuco.
Yes. Guess who wants to play Cutler.
I'll forward. I confess to being surprised by no.
DAN ON POND PIER - DAY
Describe. Small pond surrounded by forest Rowboat tied to post in shelter.
DAN: Just curious. I thought he'd given up acting.
Hmm. What can it hurt, right?
The kid decided on school yet?
Really? Wow. Banana slug parents.
And only two-thousand miles away.
Never should have let her surf.
Hey. I'm going to the shelter next week. More later.
Love you too, Gwendolyn.
Bye.