He’s de onlies’ niggah dat evah done anathin’ much fo’ me. Mah own Sam-boy, baby buddy! (She stares abstractedly into space for a moment or two.) An’—an’ yo’ see he’s comin’ right back ter me—now he’s out.
AUNT REBECCA
Yas, indeedy! I reckon he is!
LUCY BELLE (clenching her hands)
Oh, Gawd!
AUNT REBECCA
Nevah yo’ min’, honey. Yo’ ain’ got nuffin’ ter worry ’bout.
LUCY BELLE
Sam nevah boder his haid ’bout oder gals—not since he know me—’cept ole Lizzie Gibbs fo’ a lil’ while—(Fearfully.) Dat’s de onlies’ thin’ I’se scar’t of—is dat niggahs will lie an’ blackguard on me!