(He looks down at floor and quickly jumps away from spot he’s standing on.)
EMMA
: That’s all right. It’s not sacred or anything.
HAYNES
: That’s amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like that.
EMMA
: Like what?
HAYNES
: Well, you know—born and raised in the same house, still living in the same place. Same spot—
EMMA
: There’s a few of us left.
(She returns to watering.)
HAYNES
:That’s amazing.
EMMA
: It’s funny what different people find amazing.
HAYNES
: Aren’t you afraid of drowning those plants?
EMMA
: I’m not afraid of anything.
HAYNES
: (
short pause
) No, but I mean—some plants don’t like to be sitting in water all the time. The roots—
EMMA
: It’s the winters.
HAYNES
: Sorry?
EMMA
: The winters, out here.
HAYNES
: Oh—
EMMA
: They cause behavior like this. You have no idea. You get into these habits. These trains of thought. If I—if I didn’t water like this, I wouldn’t know what to
do with myself. There would be a horrible gap. I might fall in.
HAYNES
: I see.
EMMA
: I suppose you never have this problem in your line of work. Everything must be so exciting all the time. Out there in the West—
HAYNES
: Well, not really.
EMMA
: No? All that danger? The uncertainty?
HAYNES
: Danger?
EMMA
: Yes. The torture! I mean, I couldn’t believe that part of it.
HAYNES
: Torture? Look—I don’t know what Frank’s been telling you, but—