HAYNES
: Never mind.
EMMA
: Would you like a cup of coffee, Craig?
HAYNES
: Please—yes.
(She pours him a cup)
EMMA
: So, how cold was it back there in Colorado, Craig?
(FRANK stands suddenly from the couch, throwing down his coffee cup. Violent.)
FRANK
: GRAIG! His name is Graig! Didn’t you hear him? Graig with a G, not Craig with a C! GRAIG!!
EMMA
: (
flatly
) Oh, my God.
(EMMA slams down coffeepot and exits out through kitchen archway, stage left. Pause. FRANK picks up his cup off the floor and takes it to the sink. Pause.)
HAYNES
: I didn’t mean to upset her.
FRANK
: You didn’t.
HAYNES
: She seemed upset.
FRANK
: She was, but you weren’t the cause of it.
HAYNES
: Oh—
FRANK
: Some man came by, evidently—some stranger. I guess that’s it. Got her shook up.
HAYNES
: A stranger?
FRANK
: That’s what she said. She gets nervous. We hardly ever see anyone out here.
HAYNES
: Well—what did he want?
FRANK
: Who?
HAYNES
: The stranger.
FRANK
: You got me. I didn’t see him. I was down feeding my heifers.
HAYNES
: She didn’t say?
FRANK
: Not really. Just asked her a bunch of strange questions about the house.
HAYNES
: What kind of questions?
FRANK
: Nothing, really. I mean—how many rooms there were. Stuff like that.