THE FIRST ACT
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Father McKee
Oh, she’s above the average.
The R. F. D.
[Nudging him]: Do you think she . . . ?
Father McKee
I wouldn’t hardly like to say off-hand, but . . .
The R. F. D.
I wouldn’t think so.
Father McKee
Joe, do you think she . . . ?
Joe
No. Not her. Not on your life.
[He puts grip down inside the bedroom door. At the same time Angelo and Giorgio carry in Amy’s pathetic little trunk, which they take into the bedroom.]
The R. F. D.
Well, I got my deliveries.
Father McKee
I’ll come along with you. You stay here an’ keep things conversational, Joe.
