Slim, please, honey! Won’ yo’? Dat ain’ gwine ter hurt yo’. (She pulls up her skirt, reaches down in her stocking and pulls out a dollar bill.) Yere! (She hands it to Slim.) Please—jes’ dis onct! Won’ yo’—? (He slowly nods, and starts toward the door. She calls after him. He halts and turns.) Slim, don’ tell him whar I is. Jes’—jes’ say I’se gone away—an’ dat I won’ be back till in de mawnin’. Yo’ yere? Say yo ’don’ know whar I is!
SLIM
All right. (He goes out, Back.)
LUCY BELLE (turning to Aunt Rebecca)
I—I did’n’ have no kin’-a idea Sam ’ud git out so soon. (Rapturously.) Sam! Mah, Sam! (Then fearfully.) But—but I kain’t see him yet—no, no—!
AUNT REBECCA
Now, now—! Don’ yo’ git yo’se’f in no stew.
LUCY BELLE (wringing her hands)
I tol’ yo’ I ain’ nevah had no luck! W’at kin’ a po’ gal like me do? Yo’—yo’ see I got dis yere baby. It—it’s free mon’s ole, now. Ef—ef he see dat—Oh, Gawd!
AUNT REBECCA