Scene Two: Room 313 of Pleasantview Community Hospital, late afternoon, several hours after Tara has left. From his hospital bed, the Foxster is talking with his attending physician, Dr. Jane Kildeer, who is standing next to him.
Foxster: No. He's still in Hawaii with his fiancée...
Dr. Kildeer: Gretchen.
Dr. Kildeer: Are you kidding? Most of your staff have become our local celebrities! But I'd really like to meet Gretchen in particular, sometime. I have something I'd like to discuss with her. (Dr. Kildeer notices a page torn out of a magazine in the Foxster's hand.) What are you reading?
Foxster: Hmm? Oh, this! Nurse Betty dropped it by earlier. It's got real estate listings for Pleasantview, just in case I ever decide to get my own place. (pause) I've been thinking about what you said. Maybe living and working under the same roof with Skip and the others 24/7 is kinda wearing me down. It's like... if I wanted to get up in the middle of the night and have some pistachio ice cream, I'm afraid I'd trip an alarm that Luke put on the fridge!
Dr. Kildeer: Stop trying to bribe me. You're staying here until I feel you're ready to be released. (Dr. Kildeer starts going through the Foxster's closet. The Foxster swears under his breath.) Ah-ha! (She produces a nearly-full pack of cigarettes and a lighter, with a sly smile.)
Foxster (weakly): Please don't take them...
Dr. Kildeer: Let's just say I'm temporarily removing this evil temptation from your life. (Dr. Kildeer drops the cigarette pack in the pocket of her white coat.) They'll stay safe and sound, all locked up until you're released. Maybe by then you won't feel you need them so much. (She jots down some notes on her clipboard.) And I'm going to call Tara and ask her nicely not to bring you any more while you're in here! Your heart and lungs will write me a thank-you note...
Foxster: You know something, Doctor Killjoy? You really have a lousy bedside manner.
Dr. Kildeer: Wait until I have the nurse put your bedpan in the freezer for a few hours. (She gives the Foxster an evil laugh and exits. The Foxster sighs.)
Foxster (muttering to himself): Great! Stuck in this damned hospital. No cigarettes. No Tara. And my doctor thinks she's Hawkeye Pierce! (pause) Meanwhile... Skip's off living it up, vacationing with Gretchen. They're probably sailing in beautiful tropical waters. (pause) I can see those two now...
Frank: Sorry, Tara. It's just... I know I've seen him somewhere before... (Frank shakes his head.) Umm... I'll just have a Bud draft. (Tara brings him a large frosted mug and places it on a little round coaster in front of him.) Thanks.
Tara: You wanna start a tab?
Frank: Yeah, might as well... (Frank looks around at the near-empty bar, as Tara fills out a guest check.) Are you always this busy?
Tara (walking over and leaning across the bar): Very funny. You should have been here an hour ago. The place was mobbed! I had to call in Bella, the new gal, to help out. (pause) So, what's been going on in your world?
Frank: Nothin' much. Been doin' a lot of thinking...
Frank takes a sip of his beer, and looks in Tara's eyes.
Frank: Tara... There's something I'd like to discuss with you. (long pause) I'm finding myself getting deeply attracted...
Tara: Umm, Frank... first of all... I want you to know I'm quite flattered! I mean, you're a very nice guy, and a really handsome one at that. But you know that I'm very devoted to David, and I'll always be a one-man woman.
Frank sits there absolutely confused. Finally he smiles.
The realization of what Frank's just said finally hits Tara, and blushing slightly, she leans across the bar again, with both hands under her chin.
Tara: Oooh! A love story? By all means, tell me more! So... Who is it?
Frank: Promise me you won't say anything to anyone about this!
Milo: Baby... I think I just did!
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To Be Continued...