Two codgers rocking on the front porch. Dialogue pacing is slow and steady.
Henry: Stole everything I had.
Ezra: Yep.
Henry: Left me with nothing.
Ezra: Nothing.
Henry: Shoot! Even stole my wife.
Ezra: Say what?
Henry: STOLE MY WIFE.
Ezra: I heard that.
Henry: After 32 years of marriage.
Ezra: Long time.
Henry: Stolen away. Just like that.
Ezra: Just like that.
Henry: Stole my boy away too.
Ezra: Yeah?
Henry: Used to come visit. Don’t no more.
Ezra: No!
Henry: Yes. Stole my job too.
Ezra: Really?
Henry: Gave it to some young snot.
Ezra: Shame.
Henry: Stole everything I cared about.
Ezra: Thief.
Henry: I had dreams, ambitions.
Ezra: Amen.
Henry: Gone. Stolen.
Ezra: Long gone.
Henry: I fought in the Big One.
Ezra: Uh-huh.
Henry: Believed in our country. Stole that too.
Ezra: Commies.
Henry: Heh! Used to have hair! Stole that!
Ezra: Ho! Ha ha *cough* *cough*
Henry: Time is a bitch.
Ezra: *cough* Yes indeed. *cough*
Henry: Stole my strength and my eyesight. Stole everything from me that makes a man a man. (pauses for Ezra) Ezra? (glances over) Ezra? (sighs deeply, shakes head and sits back in rocker, sadly) Stole my friends.
