I want you to help me

I want you to help me

I want you to help me

I want you to help me

I want you to help me

I want you to help me

I want you to help me

I want you to help me

(The sound of a train approaching is heard. The noise upstairs subsides.)

BOY WILLIE: Come on, Sutter! Come back, Sutter!
(BERNIECE begins to chant.)

BERNIECE:

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

(A calm comes over the house. MARETHA enters from DOAKER’s room. BOY WILLIE enters on the stairs. He pauses a moment to watch BERNIECE at the piano.)

BERNIECE:

Thank you.

Thank you.

BOY WILLIE: Wining Boy, you ready to go back down home? Hey, Doaker, what time the train leave?

DOAKER: You still got time to make it.

(MARETHA crosses and embraces BOY WILLIE.)

BOY WILLIE: Hey Berniece . . . if you and Maretha don’t keep playing on that piano . . . ain’t no telling . . . me and Sutter both liable to be back.

(He exits.)

BERNIECE: Thank you.

(The lights go down to black.)

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