Chapters (27)
With a significant look to the window.
| this one got her daddy in her. | |
| ALEXANDER |
Nothing but trouble, I tell you. Nothing but trouble. |
Lights up on AMALIA’s bedroom. AMALIA JENNINGS LAFARGE lies in a canopy bed, a thickly swaddled babe in her arms. She is an attractive white woman, close to 20 years old, who exhibits more intelligence and backbone than is generally credited to a Southern belle. The DOCTOR, an older whiskered gentleman, is pacing the floor. AMALIA, though exhausted, appears amused.
| AMALIA | Well, Doctor, isn’t he beautiful? |
| DOCTOR |
This is serious, Amalia! If the niggers get wind of this— |
AMALIA begins humming a lullaby to the baby.
| AMALIA |
Don’t get melodramatic, Doctor;
you’ll frighten my son. See? |
Baby raises a cry; AMALIA continues to hum while the DOCTOR keeps pacing. Among the SLAVES, SCYLLA stands up, clutching her stomach.
| SCYLLA | Oh! Oh! |
| OTHERS | What is it, Scylla? What is it? |
| SCYLLA | It’s out in the world. |
The SLAVES look at her in fear.
| ALEXANDER | Lord have mercy. |
The SLAVES gather around SCYLLA as she tries to straighten up but cannot. HECTOR’s gaze is still fixed on the window. AMALIA’s husband rushes into the bedroom. LOUIS LAFARGE is a handsome man in his twenties. The DOCTOR holds him back.
| LOUIS | Doctor— |
| DOCTOR | Everything’s fine. Just go on back outside. |
| LOUIS | Can’t a man see his own child? |
Tears himself free and rushes over to the bed.
| AMALIA | What, Louis—struck dumb? |
| LOUIS | My God! |
| AMALIA | Isn’t he a fine strapping boy? |
| DOCTOR | This is unnatural. |
| LOUIS |
Who did this to you? I’ll have him whipped to a pulp— |
| AMALIA | (Hissing.) |
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So it’s alright for you to stroll out by the cabins any fine night you please? Ha— the Big White Hunter with his scrawny whip! |
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| LOUIS | That tears it! |
| DOCTOR | Quiet! They might hear. |
| LOUIS | I’ll kill her! |
LOUIS lunges at AMALIA; the DOCTOR restrains him.
| DOCTOR | Hold it, sir! Calm yourself! |
| AMALIA | (To the DOCTOR.) |
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Daddy tried to keep me from marrying him—but I was in love with riding boots and the smell of shaving cream and bourbon. I was in love with a cavalryman and nothing could stop me, not even Daddy! |
To LOUIS, who is being forced into an armchair by the DOCTOR.
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But not even Daddy suspected where you would seek your satisfaction. It was your right to pull on those riding boots and stalk little slave girls. God knows what you do to them in the name of ownership. |
Depleted from the bravado she has mustered, AMALIA bends over the baby so they won’t see her exhaustion. LOUIS, still sitting in the armchair, grabs the DOCTOR by the shirt and pulls him down to his level.