LUCY BELLE (her gaze remaining ruefully fixed on the door, Right)
Ain’ dat de limit? Gawd—!
SLIM
Damn ole fool.
LUCY BELLE
I sartainly gwine ter make trouble fo’ somebody in dis alley.
(She turns to the doorway again and completes the task of sweeping off the steps. This done she closes the door, crosses thoughtfully to closet, places the broom in it, then comes down to Left Center. Slim stands, Right Center, puffing away at his cigarette.)
LUCY BELLE (abstractedly)
Dey gittin’ wuss lately.