goes to show you: you never can tell how things is going to turn out. Why, if a fortune-teller had told me that I would come up here like I did, do you know what I would have said to her? I’d have said, “You’re no fortune-teller.” Life sure is funny, though. It’s lucky for me I can say that now and laugh when I say it. I ain’t always been so good at laughing. I guess we’ll get used to each other in time. Don’t you think we will, Tony?
Joe
Tony? Say, I ain’t . . ! Oh, Jesus!
[His words are lost in the roar of a Ford motor as it approaches, and the motor, in turn, is drowned in wild cries of dismay from Giorgio and Angelo. The tension between the two in the room is broken by the excited entrance of Ah Gee, who has evidently seen, from his kitchen window, the cause of disturbance.]
Father McKee
[Calling from off stage]: Joe! Joe!
Joe
[Following Ah Gee toward the door]: What is it? [From the porch he see what it is.] What——— Is he dead? . . . Take that bench!
[He disappears in the direction of the disturbance which continues in both English and Italian.]
