Cos’ a lot ter move. LUCY BELLE We could sell off some de furn’ture--an’ maybe jes’ take rooms-- SAM (_nodding_) Yas--perhaps. LUCY BELLE Sho’ we could! SAM Got ter fin’ de rooms fust. LUCY BELLE Dat gwine ter be easy ’nuff. SAM Nex’ week, yo’ say--? LUCY BELLE Or de week aftah! SAM Make it de week aftah. LUCY BELLE (_kissing him_) Yo’ will--! SAM I reckon so--! LUCY BELLE Gawd bless yo’--! SAM Do--do mos’ anathin’ dat gwine ter make yo’ happy! LUCY BELLE (_embracing him_) Honey-baby! (_Draws back suddenly and searches his face anxiously._) Is yo’ had any suppah? (_He smiles and shakes his head._) Co’se yo’ ain’! W’at’s de mattah wid me! Great day! SAM I ain’ so hangry. LUCY BELLE Hush yo’ mouf, an’ lemme git down ter dat sto’. (_She grabs up a little shawl from a nearby chair and throws it over her head._) SAM Got any money--? LUCY BELLE A lil’, I reckon. (_Sam reaches in his pocket, pulls out a bill and hands it to her._) SAM Yere. LUCY BELLE Thanks, honey. Be right back. Ef Israel hollers go in dere an’ beat him. (_Sam nods. She goes out hurriedly, Back. Sam reaches over on the table, picks up his pipe and lights it. A knock sounds on the door, Back._) SAM Come in! (_The door, Back, opens and Lizzie Gibbs enters. Sam twists about to see who it is._) LIZZIE (_doing a sort of languorous muscle dance as she advances_) H’yo’, Sam? SAM (_harshly--glowering at her_) W’at yo’ wan’? LIZZIE (_unctuously_) I draps ’roun’ dis way--now an’ den--ter see ole frien’s. SAM (_laying his pipe on the table and rising_) Yo’ does, does yo’? LIZZIE Jes’ see yo’ gittin’ off a car down on Four-an’-a ha’f Street. (_She waits a moment or two for him to speak, but he doesn’t offer to proceed with the conversation._) How is yo’? SAM All right. LIZZIE Long time since I seen yo’. SAM Reckon it is. LIZZIE Ain’ seen yo’ since yo’ git back from Atlanta. SAM No--yo’ ain’. LIZZIE Tol’ me yo’ gwine down here fo’ a few weeks--! SAM (_his manner gradually becoming defiant_) Long as I ’spected ter stay. LIZZIE Yo’ nevah come back! SAM Got a good job. LIZZIE Las’ a long time, did’n’ it? SAM Long as I wan’s it! LIZZIE Nevah send me wud--or nuffin’--! SAM Yo’ knows why! LIZZIE I wish ter Gawd I did! SAM Don’ stan’ up dere--an’ talk like a fool. LIZZIE Tell me--tell me--! SAM I ain’ got no time fo’ no gal like yo’. LIZZIE Sam--w’at yo’ got so agin me? SAM Yo’ know! LIZZIE ’Deed I don’! SAM I ain’ studyin’ ’bout no gal dat fights--an’ raises hell-- LIZZIE I know--sometimes I uster--w’en I got mad--But I nevah meant no harm, Sam-boy-- SAM How ’bout dat time ovah at yo’ sistah’s? LIZZIE (_penitently_) I know, I know--(_Lays a hand on his arm._) Fo’give me, Sam--! ’Deed I did’n’ mean nuffin’ den! SAM (_drawing away from her_) I ain’ boderin’ ’bout yo’, Lizz. LIZZIE (_passionately_) Listen, son, ain’ yo’ gwine ter fo’give yo’ ole budigee? SAM Go ’long ’bout yo’ bus’ness--. LIZZIE