THE SECOND ACT
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Joe
I know. . . . Amy!
[Amy appears in doorway. She wears her wedding dress and veil. The dress is undeniably pretty and only wrong in one or two places. The veil has been pulled rather askew. The whole picture is at once charming and pathetic.]
Amy
What’s the idea? [Her voice is a little tired. She does not look at Joe.]
Joe
Tony wants you.
Amy
[She comes in stolidly and takes the chair farthest from Tony’s cot. She sits there stiffly.]
Well, here I am.
Tony
[Ultra-tenderly]: My Amy is tire’!
Amy
You don’t blame me, do you? I’ve had quite a day. Gee, them kids out there have been climbing all over me.
Tony
Da’s good.
