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Bertha: I can't beLIEVE you ain't heard 'bout the Deacon! Erebody talkin' bout it!!
Ida: Well, tell me chile, stop holin' back!
Bertha looks around before continuing...
Bertha: Gurl, I heard he one uh dem funny negroes.
Ida: Funny negroes? Whatchu sayin'? He funny? OH LAWD!!! The good Deacon Bakuh? Oh lawd, Jesus, help him. Now, where you heah dis from?
Bertha: Ida! I done tol' you erebody talkin' bout it! Erebody in the chuch know 'bout dis! I'll tell you sumthin' else, too, sumthin' erebody prolly DON'T know... (she looks around) I heard he was messin' with Passa's oldest boy!
Ida: BERTHA! Don't you give me no harattack out heah, now!
Bertha: Now, Ida Mae, stop ackin' out. You know Passa's oldest boy is sweetuh than molassis. Shole is. Boy switch mo' than his mama. Shole do.
Ida (fanning herself): Mmmmmmm. Hmph Hmph Hmph!!! Deacon molescrin' that chile. Hmph. I guess all that talk 'bout him cheatin' on his wife was da trufe. Hmph. Bertha, I don't really know what to say bout dis here.
Bertha: I know one thang. My grandbaby, sweet lil' Jay-Rome , bless his heart... I know Jay-rome ain't goin' on no mo young adult all-male retreats. I know that. I'ma hafta keep my baby 'way from the 'good' Deacon. Rites o' Passage my foot.
Ida: Bertha, hush up... here come Deaconess Baker. You know she prolly have a coniption fit if she heard all o' dis.
Bertha: Ain't no sense in bein' all hush hush 'bout it... I done tol' you erebody talkin' bout it. Why I gotta be all quiet? Hmph. Somebody need to tell her. I'd want somebody to tell me.
Ida: BERTHA! SHUT UP!! Heah? Now, here she come... Hi Deaconess!! How you doin' this fine Sunday mornin'?
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