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(At the Tompson House, Miss Monica Tracey struggled toward the telephone.)

(Harold entered and saw his mother struggling toward the phone.)

Harold: Ma, you alright.

Miss Tracey: No, I was trying to call a cab, I need….

Harold: You’re in labor aren’t you?

Miss Tracey: I think so.

Harold: I’ll get you to the hospital. You don’t have to call a cab.

Mick: What’s going on?

Harold: Mom’s having the baby. I’m taking her to the hospital.

Mick: Want me to come.

Harold: No, have your party. Enjoy yourself.

Mick: All by myself.

Miss Tracey: I trust you baby boy.

Harold: And I arranged everything, the band will be at the spot. Call your boys, they’ll help you get the refreshments there. It’ll be cool, you got a problem, call me. I’ll have my cell phone.

Mick: Okay, I’ll keep mom’s phone on me, call me when the baby comes.

Harold: Okay, we gotta go.

(Harold and his mother left the house.)

Mick: *thinking* I knew this party was a bad idea. First, I don’t even get to go with the girl I want. Now I got to do it all by myself and I don’t get to be with mom to see her baby born. I guess I can call Deven, Ian, Francisco, and Kirk to help with the set up. And I should probably call Nana and tell her about the baby coming.

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