BOY WILLIE: There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me. Come on, let me show you what this country boy can do.

GRACE: Let’s go to my place. I got a room with a bed if Leroy don’t come back there.

BOY WILLIE: Who’s Leroy? You ain’t said nothing about no Leroy.

GRACE: He used to be my man. He ain’t coming back. He gone off with some other gal.

BOY WILLIE: You let him have your key?

GRACE: He ain’t coming back.

BOY WILLIE: Did you let him have your key?

GRACE: He got a key but he ain’t coming back. He took off with some other gal.

BOY WILLIE: I don’t wanna go nowhere he might come. Let’s stay here. Come on, sugar.

(He pulls her over to the couch.)

Let me heist your hood and check your oil. See if your battery needs charged.

(He pulls her to him. They kiss and tug at each other’s clothing. In their anxiety they knock over a lamp.)

BERNIECE: Who’s that . . . Wining Boy?

BOY WILLIE: It’s me . . . Boy Willie. Go on back to sleep. Everything’s alright.

(To GRACE.)

That’s my sister. Everything’s alright, Berniece. Go on back to sleep.

BERNIECE: What you doing down there? What you done knocked over?

BOY WILLIE: It wasn’t nothing. Everything’s alright. Go on back to sleep.

(To GRACE.)

That’s my sister. We alright. She gone back to sleep.

(They begin to kiss. BERNIECE enters from the stairs dressed in a nightgown. She cuts on the light.)

BERNIECE: Boy Willie, what you doing down here?

BOY WILLIE: It was just that there lamp. It ain’t broke. It’s okay. Everything’s alright. Go on back to bed.

BERNIECE: Boy Willie, I don’t allow that in my house. You gonna have to take your company someplace else.

BOY WILLIE: It’s alright. We ain’t doing nothing. We just sitting here talking. This here is Grace. That’s my sister Berniece.

BERNIECE: You know I don’t allow that kind of stuff in my house.

BOY WILLIE: Allow what? We just sitting here talking.

BERNIECE: Well, your company gonna have to leave. Come back and talk in the morning.

BOY WILLIE: Go on back upstairs now.

BERNIECE: I got an eleven-year-old girl upstairs. I can’t allow that around here.

BOY WILLIE: Ain’t nobody said nothing about that. I told you we just talking.

GRACE: Come on . . . let’s go to my place. Ain’t nobody got to tell me to leave but once.

BOY WILLIE: You ain’t got to be like that, Berniece.

BERNIECE: I’m sorry, Miss. But he know I don’t allow that in here.

GRACE: You ain’t got to tell me but once. I don’t stay nowhere I ain’t wanted.

BOY WILLIE: I don’t know why you want to embarrass me in front of my company.

GRACE: Come on, take me home.

BERNIECE: Go on, Boy Willie. Just go on with your company.

(BOY WILLIE and GRACE exit. BERNIECE puts the light on in the kitchen and puts on the teakettle. Presently there is a knock at the door. BERNIECE goes to answer it. BERNIECE opens the door. LYMON enters.)