Oh. You like it?
DESSI
What you think? It’s white folks’ dishes.
The girls laugh againand Tilda looks at Dessi, assessing, head to toe.
TILDA
You dance, Bama?
DESSI
I do.
TILDA
Lindy?
DESSI
I can do ’em all.
TILDA
I might have something better than white folks’ dirty dishes. Ever been to the Savoy?
DESSI
Couple of times.
TILDA
I’m a hostess there. We looking for new girls.
DESSI
Hostess? Do hostesses keep their legs closed?
Tilda touches her chest, feigns shock.
TILDA
Lord, Bama! Well, I never.
DESSI
I’ll ask your old man if you ever.
They cackle,and both are jostled from behind, pushing them into each other again. Dessi grabs Tilda’s arm and they stare into each other’s eyes for a long second. Tilda clears her throat and takes a ticket from her stylish purse.
TILDA
I may be a cheat, but I ain’t no whore. Tell ya what, Bama. Looks like Daddy got hemmed up with his old lady. Take the ticket and we’ll talk about the job after the play. How’s that sound?
Odessa’s eyeswiden and a smile breaks out on her face. She snatches the ticket.
DESSI
Perfect!