Goat Alley: A Tragedy of Negro Life

by Ernest Howard Culbertson

Nuffin’, I reckon—’Cept dat he ain’ seen yo’ in a good while—an’ dat yo’ still livin’ yere in Goat Alley.

LUCY BELLE

Yo’—yo’ ain’ nevah tol’ Mink dat I—I got—

SLIM

Yo’ mean’ ’bout de baby? (She nods.) No, no! W’at I tell him dat fo’?

LUCY BELLE (in earnest entreaty)

Slim—Slim—! Go down ter end ob de alley—dere by de stable. Sam gwine ter come in dat way sho’ as yo’ bawn ef he been up on Seventh Street. Ketch him dere—an’ take him ovah ter Gerner’s. Say dat I gone ovah ter Mag’s an’ dat I be back late ternight.

SLIM

I ain’ boderin’ ’bout him.

LUCY BELLE