CHICK (in low, guarded tones as he hurries toward Left)
Is it Sam—?
(She shakes her head. Chick goes out, Left. Lucy Belle, after a moment or two of deliberation, advances warily toward the door, Back. When almost there she halts again, as though debating whether or not to answer the door. Suddenly the kicking is renewed with increased vigor. Lucy Belle draws back shudderingly, as though to turn and flee. Abruptly the door opens and Jeff Bisbee lunges in. He slams the door shut after him. He is a short, stocky Negro of about thirty—brown in color—with a short, thick neck, a bullet head and a mean, leering manner.)
LUCY BELLE (with a gasp of terror)
Jeff—!
JEFF
I knowed I’d find yo’—! (Swaying toward her menacingly.) W’at yo’ leave me fo’?
LUCY BELLE
Yo’ know why—!
JEFF