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MARGARET Those water buckets sure looked heavy.
Kisses him again.
JAMES DILLARD
They were, honey. MARGARET Poor thing. She kisses him, presses her body into his, and they lose themselves in each other ... INT. ELSA’S HOTEL ROOM -- NIGHT. Elsa lays awake, staring at the ceiling. The sounds from the street now come from her parent’s room next door. But they are different sounds. Sounds more like joy than passion -- stifled giggles then silence. Then something like a moan ... ELSA (V.O.) So much I don’t know about life. We
learn to read, we learn rules, learn scripture and manners, and how to avoid saying or doing things that make others uncomfortable. All those things seem to be the opposite of life. Seem to strangle it. But now, I’m sleeping on the edge of civilization, and soon we leave the edge behind. Then no rules. Then only life. What an adventure. What an adventure for all of us ...
INT. HOTEL CALHOUN -- FORT WORTH, TEXAS -- NIGHT. Clock on the wall reads 3am as a man stumbles past it, stumbles into the wall, bounces off it and makes his way to the stairs. Teeters his way up them ... INT. HALLWAY -- HOTEL CALHOUN -- FORT WORTH, TEXAS -- NIGHT. Up the stairs, the man leans against the wall. Fishes out his room key, stumbles down the hall ... He is a big man, dirty beard, dirty everything ... Manages to stumble his way to his door. Puts the key in, turns. Key doesn’t turn ... Pulls it out, tries again.
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