A Raisin In The Sun- The First Year
...d, trying to save herself the long trip. “Beneatha, don’t you talk about my son being lazy! That boy has slept on a couch all his life,” Walter said, his voice easing before continuing, “He sure must be happy, in his own room with his own bed.” Just then Travis sauntered into the living room still clad in his pajamas. “Well speak of the Devil,” Beneatha said smiling, “Did you sleep good?” “Mmhmm.” Travis grinned. “I slept real good.” After they had eatin breakfast and everyone was dressed there were three sharp knocks at the door. Ruth looked at Beneatha nervously, then at Walter, who began walking toward the door. “Walter please don’t open it!” Ruth pleaded. Three more knocks fell on the door, these harder than the first. “Oh Ruth, what they gonna do? Tar and feather me? And if they want to, I am not gonna live around here and be afraid of these people, they don’t scare me none!” Walter Lee edged his way to the door, and hesitated before turning the knob, when he finally got his hand on it good he swung the door wide open. “Mr. Lindner, hello.” “Hello Mr. Younger, Mrs. Younger. I’m here because, well, some people want you to all pick up and move out, they’re offering to pay double for you to leave the neighborhood, but, wait.” Lindner said noticing Walter Lee’s face. “There are other families who think that your presence in the neighborhood is good for everyone, especially, for the kids. I just wanted to tell you that, you call me if you have questions or change your mind about anything.” “We ain’t movin no where. But thank you.” Walter said to Mr. Lindner as he walked away 6 months later “Walter you open that door and I’m leavin! Don’t you open that door!” Ruth screamed. Mama hushed Travis in her big armchair while Walter went to grab a baseball bat he had bought for Travis. “Who’s out there?” Walter yelled to the people standing outside the door. “It’s Mr. and Mrs. Smithton from across the street. We don’t mean to cause any trouble.” A female voice responded. Walter opened the door, the lowered bat still clutched in his hand, he peered through a small crack in the door and inspected the people before opening the door an inch or two more. “What’d you come here for?” Walter asked gruffly. “Well, we know we’re rather late, but, we’ve come with a gift, a cake, for your family.” “Open the door Walter Lee, stop being rude!” Mama said. “Invite them in!” Walter opened the door and let them inside the vestibule of the house. Ruth picked up where Mama left off and ran to introduce herself to the only two people kind enough to bring a gift, or even show their face anywhere NEAR their home. “Hello, I’m Ruth Younger, nice to meet you.” “Hi, I’m Judy, this is my husband Richard.” “This is my husband Walter,” Ruth said smiling his way, “may I take your coats? Would you like to sit?” “Would you like hot tea or coffee?” Mama asked from the kitchen. “Actually, I’d like some coffee if you have it, it is rather chilly these days.” “Yes it is, but I love the winter time.” Ruth smiled. “I brought this cake here to you because I want to apologize for the nasty close-minded men who put a brick through your window last week. They just don’t know what to do with themselves! But myself and my husband noticed that you seem like very kind peop...