(WINING BOY sits down at the piano.)

BOY WILLIE: Come on, Wining Boy! Me and Lymon fixing to move the piano.

WINING BOY: Wait a minute . . . wait a minute. This a song I wrote for Cleotha. I wrote this song in memory of Cleotha.

(He begins to play and sing.)

Hey little woman what’s the matter with you now

Had a storm last night and blowed the line all down

Tell me how long

Is I got to wait

Can I get it now

Or must I hesitate

It takes a hesitating stocking in her hesitating shoe

It takes a hesitating woman wanna sing the blues

Tell me how long

Is I got to wait

Can I kiss you now

Or must I hesitate.

BOY WILLIE: Come on, Wining Boy, get up! Get up, Wining Boy! Me and Lymon’s fixing to move the piano.

WINING BOY: Naw . . . Naw . . . you ain’t gonna move this piano!

BOY WILLIE: Get out the way, Wining Boy.

(WINING BOY, his back to the piano, spreads his arms out over the piano.)

WINING BOY: You ain’t taking this piano out the house. You got to take me with it!

BOY WILLIE: Get on out the way, Wining Boy! Doaker get him!

(There is a knock on the door.)

BERNIECE: I got him, Doaker. Come on, Wining Boy. I done told Boy Willie he ain’t taking the piano.

(BERNIECE tries to take WINING BOY away from the piano.)

WINING BOY: He got to take me with it!

(DOAKER goes to answer the door. GRACE enters.)

GRACE: Is Lymon here?

DOAKER: Lymon.

WINING BOY: He ain’t taking that piano.

BERNIECE: I ain’t gonna let him take it.

GRACE: I thought you was coming back. I ain’t gonna sit in that truck all day.

LYMON: I told you I was coming back.

GRACE: (Sees BOY WILLIE.) Oh, hi, Boy Willie. Lymon told me you was gone back down South.

LYMON: I said he was going back. I didn’t say he had left already.

GRACE: That’s what you told me.

BERNIECE: Lymon, you got to take your company someplace else.

LYMON: Berniece, this is Grace. That there is Berniece. That’s Boy Willie’s sister.

GRACE: Nice to meet you.

(To LYMON.)

I ain’t gonna sit out in that truck all day. You told me you was gonna take me to the movie.

LYMON: I told you I had something to do first. You supposed to wait on me.

BERNIECE: Lymon, just go on and leave. Take Grace or whoever with you. Just go on get out my house.

BOY WILLIE: You gonna help me move this piano first, nigger!

LYMON: (To GRACE.) I got to help Boy Willie move the piano first.

(Everybody but GRACE suddenly senses SUTTER’s presence.)

GRACE: I ain’t waiting on you. Told me you was coming right back. Now you got to move a piano. You just like all the other men.

(GRACE now senses something.)

Something ain’t right here. I knew I shouldn’t have come back up in this house.