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.