Deidre and Colleen are seated in their golf start, waiting for the group ahead of them to tee off at Talking Stick. Deidre smokes cigar. Colleen sips a gin and tonic. It is 6:30 AM.
Deidre: It’s a dry heat.
Colleen: Then why am I drenched at six o’clock in the morning.
Deidre: I hate that word.
Colleen: What word?
Deidre: Drenched.
Colleen: What word would you prefer I use?
Deidre: I don’t care.
Colleen: Sweaty? Saturated? Moistened?
Deidre: Towels are moistened, not human.
Colleen: I’ve been moistened.
Beat.
Deidre: How do you know?
Colleen: How do I know what?
Deidre: When it’s time to go, when it’s time to stop doing something.
Colleen: What are you talking about?
Deidre: We do things, human being. We do things because we’re supposed to, because that’s what you do. But how do you know when to stop doing a thing?
Colleen: You’re talking about Eberflus.
Deidre: I’m talking about Eberflus.
Colleen: It’s time.
Deidre: Is it?
Colleen: Time.
Deidre: Okay.
Beat.
Colleen: Did I ever tell you about my divorce?
Deidre: No.
Colleen: I was married eight years. One day I come home, and he’s just sitting there. Not doing nothing wrong, just sitting there. I looked at him and thought…nothing. He was just a guy sitting there. So I got a lawyer.
Deidre: How did he take it?
Colleen: Surprised. Maybe. I don’t know, he got remarried like eight months later.
Deidre: Fast.
Colleen: But he’s one of those guys. He’s easy to marry.
Deidre: Sounds like he was easy to divorce too.
Colleen: Maybe he’s just…easy.
Deidre: Aren’t those the worst kind?
Colleen: I don’t know.
Deidre: I want a guy who I fucking love, like adore. Or one I despise.
Colleen: The in-between.
Deidre: The in-between is boring.
Colleen: The in-between is where most things are.
Deidre: Most things are fucking boring.
Colleen: But boring can be productive. Flus isn’t.
Deidre: No. He isn’t.
The ladies drive up to the first tee.