WALTER: Course you ain't. You don't have to. All two boys need to do
is to git stuck on de same girl and they done broke up ... _right
now_! Wimmen is something can't be divided equal.
(Re-enter JOE LINDSAY and CLARK with the groceries. DAISY jumps up and
grabs the packages.)
LIGE: (To DAISY) Want some of us ... me ... to go long and tote yo'
things for you?
DAISY: (Nervously) Naw, mama is riding her high horse today. Long as I
been gone it wouldn't do for me to come walking up wid nobody. (She
exits hurriedly right.)
(All the men watch her out of sight in silence.)
CLARK: (Sighing) I God, know whut Daisy puts me in de mind of?
HAMBO: No, what? (They all lean together.)
CLARK: I God, a great big mango ... a sweet smell, you know, Th a
strong flavor, but not something you could mash up like a strawberry.
Something with a body to it.
(General laughter, but not obscene.)
HAMBO: (Admiringly) Joe Clark! I didn't know you had it in you!
(MRS. CLARK enters from store door and they all straighten up
guiltily)
CLARK: (Angrily to his wife) Now whut do you want? I God, the minute I
set down, here you come....
MRS. CLARK: Somebody want a stamp, Jody. You know you don't 'low me to
bove wid de post office. (HE rises sullenly and goes inside the
store.)
BRAZZLE: Say, Hambo, I didn't see you at our Sunday School picnic.
HAMBO: (Slicing some plug-cut tobacco) Nope, wan't there dis time.
WALTER: Looka here, Hambo. Y'all Baptist carry dis close-communion
business too far.
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