: Yes—where’s Frank?
EMMA
: Feeding the heifers. He’s always feeding the heifers.
HAYNES
: He seems very devoted to them.
EMMA
: He is. It’s his life’s work.
HAYNES
: I’m glad to see he’s finally found something.
EMMA
: Yes. You two must have gone very different ways.
HAYNES
: How do you mean?
EMMA
: Well, I mean—your work—your research.
HAYNES
: My research?
EMMA
: Yes. Whatever it is—I don’t know. It’s different.
HAYNES
: Different than what?
EMMA
: Frank. Different than what Frank chose.
HAYNES
: Oh, yes. Sure. I see.
EMMA
: I mean Frank never had any aspirations like that. He’s always been very content in the country. Farming. Animal husbandry, hybrid vigor. Stuff like that.
HAYNES
: Sure. I see what you mean. Hybrid vigor?
EMMA
: Whereas, you—you’re off working for the government, doing important research.
HAYNES
: I’m not in research. I’m not doing any research.
EMMA
: Oh—well, Frank told me—
HAYNES
: Frank was mistaken.
EMMA
: Oh. He told me he thought you were working for the government.
HAYNES
: No. I’m not.
EMMA
: Out there somewhere in a place called Rocky Buttes or something.
(HAYNES stands abruptly, knocking over the coffee.)
HAYNES
: Oh—I’m sorry. I’m just—
EMMA
: Don’t worry about it.
(She hurries to sink, gets a sponge, comes back, and cleans up mess. HAYNES just stands there.)