I tell yo’ why I got ter go easy wid her—till I see mah way out. Maybe yo’ kin he’p me— AUNT REBECCA AUNT REBECCA Sho’—! LUCY BELLE LUCY BELLE Yo’ see she’s de onlies’ one ob all dem blackguardin’ niggahs dat uster live ’roun’ me ovah dere in Carter Street—fo’ I moves yere ter Goat Alley—(Breaks off and stares sombrely into space for several moments, then proceeds with a slight catch in her voice.) Aun’ Becky, I’se had it hard. Ain’ nevah had much luck—’deed I ain’—’cept meetin’ up wid Sam agin. AUNT REBECCA AUNT REBECCA Yo’ ain’ nevah tol’ me much ’bout yo’se’f. LUCY BELLE LUCY BELLE Nevah tol’ nobody—much. W’at’s de use? AUNT REBECCA AUNT REBECCA Go on! W’at’s on yo’ min’? LUCY BELLE LUCY BELLE Mah moder died w’en I’se fifteen—an’ Pap goes off ter Texas an’ I ain’ nevah seen him since. Slim—mah bro’der—he was jes’ a lil’ kid—baby mos’—an’ I did’n’ have no oder people. AUNT REBECCA
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