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ROBYN Collard greens?
PTOLEMY
Yes, ma’am.
She serves him.
ROBYN
Yams?
PTOLEMY
Please. A yam or two are deposited. ROBYN Roast beef? PTOLEMY That’s nasty. ROBYN Cole slaw? Ptolemy studies the Pyrex bowl of the shredded salad. PTOLEMY I already got a portion of greens on my plate. ROBYN What about fried chicken? PTOLEMY Oh yeah. Thighs please. Enthusiastically, Ptolemy sticks out his paper plate for the chicken but he holds it at a slant and the food already there falls on Robyn and then the floor. ROBYN Godammit, old man! All over me and the floor. Ptolemy is so upset that that he drops the plate and covers his face with his hands. PTOLEMY I’m sorry. I dropped it. Just then BILLY FRERES (black, early 30s, 5’ 8”, strong of build) comes up, the peacemaker. He immediately gives Robyn a rag to wipe herself off.
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