ORIN (pulls Sadie’s skirt)
Ain’t she still dead, Mum! Ain’t grandma still dead?
SADIE (angrily)
Of course she is.
ORIN
But I thought we was all goin’ to cry!
SADIE
Cry then, you awful little brat.
[She slaps his face and he roars loudly; she takes him by the arm and yanks him out of the room, followed by Henry, Emma, Nettie and Ella—through his roars, they all speak together as they go.
EMMA (to Henry)