(::MOTHER::)
Sarah, let me take him for a while. You haven't slept.
(::There is a knock at the door::)
(::MOTHER::)
Yes?
(::COALHOUSE::)
I'm looking for a woman of color whose name is Sarah.
She is said to reside in one of these houses.
(::LITTLE BOY::)
She's here. She's living in our attic.
(::COALHOUSE::)
Will you tell her, please that Mr. Coalhouse Walker Jr.,
desires to speak with her?
(::MOTHER::)
Certainly. Please wait here.
(::LITTLE BOY::)
This is Sarah's baby. You want a cookie?
(::MOTHER::)
Sarah, you have a caller. A Mr. Walker. Will you come
down to the kitchen?
(::SARAH::)
No Ma'am. Send him away, please.
(::MOTHER::)
Well, that's the most words you've spoken since you've
been here.
(::COALHOUSE::)
Hmmm...
(::MOTHER::)
Sarah is unable to see you. Good day.
(::COALHOUSE::)
Thank you Ma'am. Tell her I'll come back next Sunday.
(::GRANDFATHER::)
Such was the coming of the colored man in the car
to Broadview Avenue.
(::ALL::)
Each Sunday, he'd come driving.
Curtains would part,
Neighbours would peek.
(::MOTHER::)
I'm sorry, Mr. Walker. Sarah still will not receive you.
(::COALHOUSE::)
Will you see that she gets these flowers, Ma'am?
(::MOTHER, ALL::)
Week after week!
And aftyer weeks of Sundays
(::MOTHER::)
Sending him off seemed a crime...
Mr. Walker, it must be a long drive for you. Perhaps
you would like a cup of tea before you go?
(::COALHOUSE::)
This piano is badly in need of a tuning.
(::MOTHER::)
Oh yes. We are terrible about that.
(::GRANDFATHER::)
Do you know any coon songs?
(::COALHOUSE::)
Coon songs are made for Minstrel shows. White men
sing them in blackface. This is called Ragtime.
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