Act III

I wished it wasn’t quite so soon.

What?

I mean, on account of those two numbers.

Don’t forget⁠—you’re to ask him for a thousand dollars advance on each of them.

June Moon

Don’t be ridiculous! That number will still be selling when you’re dead.

I won’t care so much then.

Your children will. Don’t you want children, dear?

I don’t get along with them very good.

You would with your own.

No. I figure I’d get along better with other people’s, because they’d go home once in a while.