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7.

Good Black

Who is dat?

Girl

(Turns and glares at him)

My old man got something for dat cough yo' got.

Cliff

Dat's right, tell dese old mullet hear married men to mind they own business. Now, take me for instance. I'm a much-right man.

(Gets up and approaches her flirtatiously)

I didn't quite git yo' name straight. Yo' better tell it to me again.

Girl

My name is Bee Ethel, turned round to Jones.

Cliff

(Flirtatiously)

Yo' pretty lil ole ground angel yo'? Where did yo' come from?

Bee Ethel

Detroit. Yo' like me?

Cliff

Do I lak yo'? I love just lak God loves Gabriel, and dat's his best angel. Go 'head and say somethin'. I jus' love to hear yo' talk.

Bee Ethel

Gimme five dollars. I need some stockings.

Cliff

Now Mama, dis ain't Gimme, Ga. Dis is Waycross. I'm just lak de cemetery. I takes in but never no put out. I ain't puttin' out nothin' but old folks eyes - and I don't do that till they's dead. Run long, mama.

(The girl exits and he re- sumes his seat)

Cliff

Come on, Good Black, lemme wrap dis checker round yo' neck.

Good Black

Gimme time, gimme time! Don't try to rush

(He begins same business of figuring out moves and scratch- ing his head)

(Enter two or three girls and fellows. The girls are dressed in cool summer dresses, but nothing elaborate)

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