Were in Harlem now, but were heading to the Bronx. Somewhere up north, weve heard. Were a group of strangers, and were standing on a street corner waiting for a bus. Not so unusual, maybe, for New Yorkers: the standing, the strangers, the waiting. But the street corner is. Strange.
MARIA: At heart you are practically perfect. You are entitled to the Lions share of fun. You are playing the game of life with higher stakes than you may realize. I am a strong-willed individual, an extremely good friend, a formidable enemy. I live in a world of black and white. I have little time for superficial people.