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jealous.
    EDDIE: Of him? Boy, you don’t think much of me.
    BEATRICE: I don’t understand you. What’s so terrible about him?
    EDDIE: You mean it’s all right with you? That’s gonna be her husband?
    BEATRICE: Why? He’s a nice fella, hard workin’, he’s a good-lookin’ fella.
    EDDIE: He sings on the ships, didja know that?
    BEATRICE: What do you mean, he sings?
    EDDIE: Just what I said, he sings. Right on the deck, all of a sudden, a whole song comes out of his mouth —with motions. You know what they’re callin’ him now? Paper Doll they’re callin’ him, Canary. He’s like a weird. He comes out on the pier, one-two-three, it’s a regular free show.
    BEATRICE: Well, he’s a kid; he don’t know how to behave himself yet.
    EDDIE: And with that wacky hair; he’s like a chorus girl or sump’m.
    BEATRICE: So he’s blond, so—
    EDDIE: I just hope that’s his regular hair, that’s all I hope.
    BEATRICE: You crazy or sump’m? She tries to turn him to her.
    EDDIE— he keeps his head turned away: What’s so crazy? I don’t like his whole way.
    BEATRICE: Listen, you never seen a blond guy in your life? What about Whitey Balso?
    EDDIE, turning to her victoriously: Sure, but Whitey don’t sing; he don’t do like that on the ships.
    BEATRICE: Well, maybe that’s the way they do in Italy.
    EDDIE: Then why don’t his brother sing? Marco goes around like a man; nobody kids Marco. He moves from her, halts. She realizes there is a campaign solidified in him. I tell you the truth I’m surprised I have to tell you all this. I mean I’m surprised, B.
    BEATRICE— she goes to him with purpose now: Listen, you ain’t gonna start nothin’ here.
    EDDIE: I ain’t startin’ nothin’, but I ain’t gonna stand around lookin’ at that. For that character I didn’t bring her up. I swear, B., I’m surprised at you; I sit there waitin’ for you to wake up but everything is great with you.
    BEATRICE: No, everything ain’t great with me.
    EDDIE: No?
    BEATRICE: No. But I got other worries.
    EDDIE: Yeah. He is already weakening.
    BEATRICE: Yeah, you want me to tell you?
    EDDIE, in retreat: Why? What worries you got?
    BEATRICE: When am I gonna be a wife again, Eddie?
    EDDIE: I ain’t been feelin’ good. They bother me since they came.
    BEATRICE: It’s almost three months you don’t feel good; they’re only here a couple of weeks. It’s three months, Eddie.
    EDDIE: I don’t know, B. I don’t want to talk about it.
    BEATRICE: What’s the matter, Eddie, you don’t like me, heh?
    EDDIE: What do you mean, I don’t like you? I said I don’t feel good, that’s all.
    BEATRICE: Well, tell me, am I doing something wrong? Talk to me.
    EDDIE— Pause . He can’t speak, then: I can’t. I can’t talk about it.
    BEATRICE: Well tell me what—
    EDDIE: I got nothin’ to say about it!
    She stands for a moment; he is looking off; she turns to go into the house.
    EDDIE: I’ll be all right, B.; just lay off me, will ya? I’m worried about her.
    BEATRICE: The girl is gonna be eighteen years old, it’s time already.
    EDDIE: B., he’s taking her for a ride!
    BEATRICE: All right, that’s her ride. What’re you gonna stand over her till she’s forty? Eddie, I want you to cut it out now, you hear me? I don’t like it! Now come in the house.
    EDDIE: I want to take a walk, I’ll be in right away.
    BEATRICE: They ain’t goin’ to come any quicker if you stand in the street. It ain’t nice, Eddie.
    EDDIE: I’ll be in right away. Go ahead. He walks off.
    She goes into the house. Eddie glances up the street, sees Louis and Mike coming, and sits on an iron railing. Louis and Mike enter.
    LOUIS: Wanna go bowlin’ tonight?
    EDDIE: I’m too tired. Goin’ to sleep.
    LOUIS: How’s