Poor young crathur!
DAVID
But she was still the good angel of the congregation—sat up with the sick and watched over the dead.
KATHLEEN
Saints alive! And not scared?
DAVID
No, nothing scared her—except me. I got a broken-down fiddle and used to play it even on Shabbos—I was very naughty. But she was so lovely to me. I still remember the heavenly taste of a piece of Motso she gave me dipped in raisin wine! Passover cake, you know.
KATHLEEN [Proudly]
Oh, I know Motso.
DAVID [Smacks his lips, repeats]