Ma, please.
It’s not the rain. It’s not the heat. (She kneels in front of him) Johnny – look at me. a hatful of rain play script pdf
(Already moving toward the door) I need air. Ma, please
(Quietly) Johnny, if you walk out that door right now, I don’t know if I’ll be here when you come back. a hatful of rain play script pdf
I’m going out.
You’re not hungry, he’s not hungry – nobody eats in this house except the cockroaches.