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2018
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NATHANIEL
He'd better stay here until the doctor comes.
JONATHAN
All on a summer's day—
HANK
He's out of his head, ain't he?
NATHANIEL
Perhaps, but sometimes one's heart speaks in a delirium.
HANK
He acts like his back's broke.
NATHANIEL
My God—his back!
JONATHAN
My back's broken, Hank.
HANK
Listen, he's saying my name. We wuz pals, sure nuff.
JONATHAN
My back's broken, Hank.
[The curtain has risen unnoticed.
A faint light that grows steadily brighter as light does when one comes out of a swoon discloses Jonathan and Hank seated on a log at the left of the stage, where the bench had been. Jonathan seems much older, and he is crooked and dirty and unkempt, and Hank is somewhat brutalised, less negative.
JONATHAN
My back's broken, Hank.
[Hank looks at him.
Tired?
HANK
Sure....
JONATHAN
I think Uncle Nathaniel would help me if he saw me.
HANK
He couldn't do nothin' for you. You can't straighten a crooked back....
JONATHAN
Hank, I'm tired of this and I'm going back.
HANK
Going back where?
JONATHAN
I'm going back home.
HANK
Your Uncle John won't let you in.
JONATHAN
Uncle Nathaniel will take me in.
HANK
He ain't there no more and besides he won't know you.
JONATHAN
Honest—don't you think he would?
HANK
Sure, he wouldn't.
JONATHAN
I wish I hadn't run away.
HANK
If you don't quit wishing I'll run away from you.
He'd better stay here until the doctor comes.
JONATHAN
All on a summer's day—
HANK
He's out of his head, ain't he?
NATHANIEL
Perhaps, but sometimes one's heart speaks in a delirium.
HANK
He acts like his back's broke.
NATHANIEL
My God—his back!
JONATHAN
My back's broken, Hank.
HANK
Listen, he's saying my name. We wuz pals, sure nuff.
JONATHAN
My back's broken, Hank.
[The curtain has risen unnoticed.
A faint light that grows steadily brighter as light does when one comes out of a swoon discloses Jonathan and Hank seated on a log at the left of the stage, where the bench had been. Jonathan seems much older, and he is crooked and dirty and unkempt, and Hank is somewhat brutalised, less negative.
JONATHAN
My back's broken, Hank.
[Hank looks at him.
Tired?
HANK
Sure....
JONATHAN
I think Uncle Nathaniel would help me if he saw me.
HANK
He couldn't do nothin' for you. You can't straighten a crooked back....
JONATHAN
Hank, I'm tired of this and I'm going back.
HANK
Going back where?
JONATHAN
I'm going back home.
HANK
Your Uncle John won't let you in.
JONATHAN
Uncle Nathaniel will take me in.
HANK
He ain't there no more and besides he won't know you.
JONATHAN
Honest—don't you think he would?
HANK
Sure, he wouldn't.
JONATHAN
I wish I hadn't run away.
HANK
If you don't quit wishing I'll run away from you.
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