Three Plays - Lawing and Jawing; Forty Yards; Woofing by Zora Neale Hurston
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after the Man to be sure he is gone)
Good Black Kah, kah, kah. Whut yo' so scarred about? De way yo' was talkin' I though yo' was mad enough to fight. Cliff I was. I gits hot real quick! But I'm very easy cooled when de man I'm mad wid is bigger'n me. (He drops into his seat, wiping his face) Man did yo' see how he grabbed up dat check? He done skeered me into a three-week's spasm! Good Black's Wife Good Black, dese clothes is still waiting. Good Black Well, let 'em wait on, I done tole yo' once. Yo' kind run yo' mouf but yo' can't run my business. (Enter a PRETTY GIRL. She strolls happily across without stopping. Good Black pretends to cough) Good Black Who is dat? Girl (Turns and glares at him) |
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