Ray Allen: (Carries Dew into the kitchen and the boys follow chattering) You boys been staying out of your mother’s hair?
Sue Ann: (Over her shoulder) They have not. And all four of you boys can go play now. You’re all in my way.
Ray Allen: (Drops Dew and gets behind Sue Ann) You don’t seem to mind this boy bothering you sometimes.
Sue Ann: (Twists away laughing and embarrassed) Not now Ray! Not in front of the kids!
Junior: Gross Dad!
Ray Allen: That gross is what put you on this planet, sonny.
Junior: I know, but I’m here now so you can stop.
Dew: What’s Dad doing? What’s gross?
Sue Ann: Never you mind, sugar.
Monk: Shut up dummy.
Junior: Yeah, shut it. Tell ya later.
Sue Ann: Oh no you won’t. Ray don’t let them tell that baby nothin.
Dew: I ain’t no baby! Tell me what? What’s gross? They was just tuggin on each other.
Ray Allen: Nothing you need to be concerned about. (Points threateningly at the other two boys) Not a word, you two hear me?
One day I will find a market for this play. It has been completed for several years now.