HAYNES
: All right.
(She gets him more coffee. Pause.)
Did a man come by here yesterday? Frank said something about a man. A stranger.
EMMA
: Yes. Weirdest thing. He just walked right in here like he owned the place.
HAYNES
: What did he want?
EMMA
: I’m not sure. At first he was trying to force a cookie on me.
HAYNES
: A cookie?
EMMA
: Yes. An American flag cookie.
HAYNES
: Did you accept?
EMMA
: What?
HAYNES
: The cookie.
EMMA
: No. Of course not.
HAYNES
: What else did he want?
EMMA
: Wanted to know how many rooms there were in the house and who was living in the basement.
HAYNES
: The basement?
EMMA
: Yes.
HAYNES
:He asked you that?
EMMA
: Yes.
HAYNES
:The basement, specifically?
EMMA
: Yes, he did.
HAYNES
: Well, nobody’s living in the basement.
EMMA
: That’s what I told him.
HAYNES
: You did?
EMMA
: Yes, I did.
HAYNES
: And that’s not a lie, is it? Because I’m technically not “living” in the basement—I’m just staying down there for a little while—just visiting. I’m your guest, in fact.
EMMA