)
SIMMS: Oh, 'scuse me, Sister Jones. (She nods and smiles and exits.)
How you do, Sister Taylor, Sister Thomas.
BOTH: Good evenin', Elder.
SIMMS: Sho is a hot day.
SISTER TAYLOR: Yeah, de bear is walkin' de earth lak a natural man.
SISTER THOMAS: Reverend, look like you headed de wrong way. It's
almost time for de trial an' youse all de dependence we got.
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.
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