THE THIRD ACT
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Amy
Don’t let me stop you! Go right ahead. [In the kitchen.] Ah Gee . . . Oh, there you are. . . .
Father McKee
Thursday! It’s my day to talk to the boys down at the parish school.
Joe
Hand ’em what you just been handin’ me, Padre.
Father McKee
What I told you was confidential, Joe. I’m sorry you won’t listen to it.
Amy
[She returns, carrying a dish with apples and a knife.]
See them, Tony?
Tony
Apples!
Amy
Guess what for?
Tony
Apples pie?
