Time: 19:50. Location: Bus stop, Sweet Hills.
Boy and girl take place on the concrete bench, side by side, facing the dark road. On a corner near the bus stop, an amateur musician with an altruistic taste for harmonizing the street, plays a pummeling jazz saxophone.
"A son?"
"Yes. Quite handsome, by the way, with the air of a rebel and a bad boy, the kind that spoils your life" says Clint, putting on airs with one hand as if he were hot. "I wouldn't mind biting his pillow, if you know what I mean"
"Too much information... Tell me exactly what you found out, from the beginning"
"I'll try to summarize it for you. My bus arrives in 10 minutes"
"You're going on a trip?"
"Not exactly... I'll explain it to you in a little while"
