Page 1 of 9 Lights shift to Beverly Jenkins, who’s smoking a cigarette while having quite the time shifting her breasts into place. Her daughter La’trice sits in a corner chair, eyes glued to her phone. LA’TRICE Ma’ I don’t think we spose to smoke in this hotel roomBEVERLY La’trice I don’t think you’re paying for us to stay in this hotel room, so mind your businessLA’TRICE I’m just sayingBEVERLY Say less. And put that damn phone down. You need to read a book. I am reading-
LA’TRICE BEVERLY
What? LA’TRICE …Facebook. BEVERLY I should slap you. (beat) Anyway, okay, tell me honey. How do the puppies look? Beverly swivels around. La’trice finally puts down her phone to look up. Are you wearing that in public?
LA’TRICE
BEVERLY Are you questioning my fashion? What’s the problem? LA’TRICE It’s not a problem, but your breasts look more oiled than your elbows. Ain’t we going to church? BEVERLY Yea, your point?LA’TRICE