PANEL 1
Luther running after a ball. A white cargo van is backing up into the courtyard, and looks to be on a collision course with him.
PANEL 2
Alice immediate reacts, reaching an arm out, even though she’s much too far away.
PANEL 3
Thomas snatches up Luther into his chest, laughing.
THOMAS
(from a distance)
Where you goin’, huh?
PANEL 4
Alice and Mr. Davis.
MR. DAVIS
He’s okay?
MR. DAVIS (CONT’D)
More of these moving trucks every day. Everybody moving out. Nobody moving back in.
PANEL 5
Mr. Davis and Alice.
MR. DAVIS
That’s management making way for white folks. Way of the whole neighborhood’s going these days.
ALICE
I don’t know. You show me the white folks lining up to live in this dump.
PANEL 6
Same. Different angle. Mr. Davis holds his broom up in a showy way.
MR. DAVIS
Dump? Run down, maybe.
MR. DAVIS (CONT’D)
A little sweeping, a little elbow grease… we can get this place back in shape.