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: [Effie comes in and hears a hallway door close
] Delores? Is that you? Delores
: Yeah, Mama.
[coming in the front room with a suitcase
: Where you going? Delores
: I'm leaving, Mama. Effie
: You're leaving for where? Delores
: I'm leaving and I'm going away. Effie
: What do you mean? Delores
: I mean... I can't live like this anymore, Mama. I gotta find another way. Effie
: Well, whatever troubles you got here
[crossing to the living room and taking off her coat
: are going right with you and that suitcase.
[she sits on the couch
: You don't understand, Mama.
[sets down her suitcase
: Like, there's education like there never was before. Mama, we don't have to slaves to the white establishment anymore.
[Effie gets up and starts straightening up the room
: We don't have to live off what the white man throws our way. Thanking him for his chicken-shit pay and chicken-shit jobs. We don't have to run around shining his shoes and driving his cars and cleaning his floors and being his ma - ... Effie
: [facing Delores
] Go on, now, say it. Being their maid. Hmm? Delores
: Yeah, Mama. Being their maid.
: Mama, I seen you, ever since I was a little kid, getting up in the middle of the night to take the subway to ride for two hours to go to their house, to do their cooking and to do their ironing and do their cleaning and wash the shit out of their toilet. And for what, Mama? For WHAT?
[Delores picks up her suitcase and heads for the door
: We're old enough to iron for ourselves. You ain't our maid. Effie
: I always iron clothes for the ones that I love. Delores
: I suppose you love them crackers that you work for? Effie
: You watch your mouth. Now, go get your homework before I give you a sign in a place you won't forget.