“He just keeps to himself,” says Mister Parrish, “all the time.” Parrish goes back to his lawnmowing.
Wilma turns and walks down the driveway to the garage / woodshed. She opens the gate to the back yard.
Next to the garage, Luella and her three friends are playing. Luella and another girl are pantomiming Homer’s prosthetic hands with their fingers.
“Hello, Luella,” says Wilma.
“Hello,” says Luella.
“What are you kids doing?” asks Wilma.
“Oh, nothin’,” says Luella, waving her arms. “We’re just… playing.”
Wilma walks toward the woodshed. Luella whispers to her friends, “That’s his girl – – they’re engaged!” she says.
Homer is firing a rifle in the workshop. There’s a knock at the workshop door. Homer steps away from the door, and Wilma steps inside.
“Oh, Hello Wilma!” says Homer.
“Hello,” says Wilma, smiling and closing the door.
“Looking for something?” asks Homer.
“No, says Wilma, ” Go right ahead.”
Homer draws the bolt on his rifle.