FRANK
: I’m not sure. I mean, I’m not sure about his official title.
EMMA
: Official? So, he’s working for the government or something?
FRANK
: I think he’s in research.
EMMA
: I thought you said it was something to do with the government.
FRANK
: No, I don’t think I said that.
EMMA
: Arms or something.
FRANK
: Arms?
EMMA
: Munitions.
FRANK
: I don’t know. It has initials.
EMMA
: What does?
FRANK
: The outfit he works for. Out there in Colorado. DMDS or SSCI or something like that. You know how everything has initials now.
EMMA
: DMDS or SSCI? Is that what you said?
FRANK
: Something like that.
EMMA
: What the heck is that? What does that stand for?
FRANK
: I have no idea, Emma. I wasn’t really following it. He was kind of panicky on the phone.
EMMA
: Panicky?
FRANK
: Yes. Panicky. Breathless. Like he was in a rush.
EMMA
: Running?
FRANK
: What?
EMMA
: Running away from something, maybe?
FRANK
: No—just—flustered.
EMMA
: Oh, flustered. That’s different. Flustered.
(Pause. She continues watering.)
Well, how come I haven’t met him before this? He’s such an old friend of yours, supposedly.
FRANK
: Supposedly? There’s no “supposedly” about it.
EMMA