Emma (puts hands eagerly on the fastening). John? Did you say John Turner?
Voice. Yes, Emma, it’s me.
(The door is opened and the man steps inside.)
Emma. John! Your hand (she feels for it and touches it). John flesh and blood.
John (laughing awkwardly). It’s me alright, old girl. Just as bright as a basket of chips. Make a light quick so I can see how you look. I’m crazy to see you. Twenty years is a long time to wait, Emma.
Emma (nervously). Oh, let’s we all just sit in the dark awhile. (Apologetically.) I wasn’t expecting nobody and my house aint picked up. Sit down. (She draws up the chair. She sits in rocker.)
John. Just to think! Emma! Me and Emma sitting down side by each. Know how I found you?
Emma (dully). Naw. How?
John (brightly). Soon’s I got in town I hunted up Wesley and he told me how to find you. That’s who I come to see, you!
Emma. Where you been all these years, up North somewheres? Nobody round here could find out where you got to.