Naw! Anyway, he don't care! He says we're all brothers in God.
Mack
Gee!
Grubby
That's what he told Jimmie Curran—brothers in God—and Jimmie just up for pinchin' a guy's pants. Jimmie lives across from his room upstairs, and Jimmie says he's clean loco. [Goodkind notes name and address on the margin of his magazine.] Guess what he's got in the back yard!
Mack
What?
Grubby
Tennis. And handball games for children. And, in the other two houses, he's got flats ... with bathtubs ... and the rents ain't what they ask now for stalling a horse. Why wouldn't I say he was crazy? Everybody says so but Mary Margaret!
[Daniel enters R. He is shabby, but beaming. He carries two books, which he lays on some piece of furniture up R.; after which he removes his overcoat, and hangs it over an old umbrella already suspended from a wall-rack down stage of the door.]