SISTER THOMAS.
Gointer testify for Jim?
SISTER JONES.
Naw, I reckon—don’t make such difference to me which way de drop fall…. ’Tain’t neither one of ’em much good.
SISTER TAYLOR.
I know it. I know it, Ida. But dat ain’t de point. De crow we wants to pick is: Is we gointer set still an’ let dese Baptist tell us when to plant an’ when to pluck up?
SISTER JONES.
Dat is something to think about when you come to think ’bout it. (Starts to move on) Guess I better go ahead—see y’all later an tell you straighter.
(Enter ELDER SIMMS, right, walking fast, Bible under his arm, almost collides with SISTER JONES as she exits.)
SIMMS.
Oh, ’scuse me, Sister Jones. (She nods and smiles and exits.) How you do, Sister Taylor, Sister Thomas.
BOTH.
Good evenin’, Elder.
SIMMS.
Sho is a hot day.
SISTER TAYLOR.
Yeah, de bear is walkin’de earth lak a natural man.
SISTER THOMAS.
Reverend, look like you headed de wrong way. It’s almost time for de trial an’ youse all de dependence we got.