Nah, and I’m a little worried ’cause it’s been a long time since her last letter. When we weretraveling from city to city, it was hard to get mail, but she knows we’re here at the hotel for a while. I’ve written to her, but she… I don’t know.
CAL
You two are so close. The best of friends.
DESSI (LOOKING A LITTLE UNCOMFORTABLE)
We are, yeah.
CAL
Dessi, it’s okay, ya know?
DESSI
What’s okay?
CAL
That you love Tilda.
DESSI (STARES AT HIM)
Yeah?
CAL
Yeah.
DESSI (LOOKS AT HER WATCH AND RUBS HER ARMS)
Well, we been out here long enough. My black is burning.
CAL (LAUGHING AND PACKING THE FOOD AND MUSIC)
I heard that. Let’s go find the band so we can rehearse.
INTERIOR – HOTEL DU CAP – DAY
Dessi and Cal enter the hotel still carrying their beach bag and dressed in swimwear. Concierge at the front desk flags them down.
CONCIERGE
Miss Blue, you have mail.
DESSI (SMILES BRIGHTLY AND TEARS THE LETTER OPEN)
Cal, you done talked her up. It’s from Tilda.
CAL
Oh, good. She alright? What’s she say?
Dessi’s smile falls and she grips the edge of the hotel front desk for support. A newspaper clipping floats from the letter and lands on the floor. Camera zooms close to show Tilda and a nightclub owner pictured in a wedding announcement. Scribbled at the bottom of the picture are the wordsI had to.Forgive me.
CAL
Oh, Dessi.
