Casey wakens early in the morning. The dew hasn’t burned off the grass yet.MC asks him why he’s up so early.
Casey replies. “Well, I gotta git ready for tonight.”
MC wonders if this has anything to do with that box he loaded into the trunk.
Casey runs out to the car to grab the box from the trunk. He rifles through it as if his mojo is buried in there.
MC carries out a glass of OJ to cool down his throat. He has a big night tonight and she doesn’t want to be blamed for anything. MC smiles with the memory of the night before.
Good thing he doesn’t play the sax.
The fog begins to lift and the dew begins to dry. The day breaks into what may be most beauteous. Might need to plan a picnic for later in the morning.
MC wanders back into the Shoppe and puts on the water for coffee. Once it’s ready she carries a tray out to Casey with some fresh strawberries, cream and homemade baked goods.
He devours the offering as if he had been starved for days. With the food left in nothing but crumbs, MC and Casey sit on the swing, her head on his shoulder, watching a bluebird flitting from branch to branch on the big oak tree. It’s the perfect morning.
MC offers to drive Casey into the city for his performance tonight. He tells her to stay behind and get some rest.
He’ll be back later. Oh yes, he will.