SAM (nodding)
Damn pool room spoaht!
LUCY BELLE
No, no, Sam-boy! He’s a barber—an’ makes good money. Wukkin’ all de time.
SAM
Nevah seen a barber dat was any good.
LUCY BELLE
He ain’ so bad. An’ he don’ come ’roun’ yere—oh, only onct in a long time. (Glancing toward the door, Left.) We keep on talkin’ like dis, dem chillen wake up an’ make a fuss.
(She hurries over, Left, and closes the door. Sam takes his pipe from his coat pocket, fumbles around in the other outside coat pocket, finds his bag of tobacco, pulls it out and begins painstakingly to fill the pipe. Meanwhile he follows Lucy Belle’s movements with an intent, questioning gaze.)
LUCY BELLE (coming back to him)