SIMMS.
I know it. I’m tryin’to find de marshall so we kin go after Jim. I wants a chance to talk wid him a minute before court sets.
SISTER TAYLOR.
Y’think he’ll come clear?
SIMMS.
(Proudly) I know it! (Shakes the Bible) I’m goin’to law ’em from Genesis to Revelation.
SISTER THOMAS.
Give it to ’em, Elder. Wear ’em out!
SIMMS.
We’se liable to havea new Mayor when all dis dust settle. Well, I better scuffle on down de road. (Exits, left.)
SISTER THOMAS.
Lord, lemme gwan home an’ put dese greens on. (Looks off stage left) Here come Mayor Clark now, wid his belly settin’out in front of him like a cow catcher! His name oughter be Mayor Belly.
SISTER TAYLOR.
(Arms akimbo) Jus’ look at him! Tryin’to look like a jigadier Breneral.
(Enter CLARK hot and perspiring. They look at him coldly.)
CLARK.
I God, de bear got me! (Silence for a moment) How y’all feelin’, ladies?
SISTER TAYLOR.
Brother Mayor, I ain’t one of these folks dat bite my tongue an’ bust my gall—whut’s inside got to come out! I can’t see to my rest why you cloakin’in wid dese Baptist buzzards ’ginst yo’ own church.