DAVID.
What a foolish woman, Nullius. She does not understand that I also want to remain in business here.
Cries.
ANATHEMA.
Moved.
You are not an ordinary man, David.
DAVID.
It was my dream, Nullius, to die in the Holy City and to join my dust to the dust of the righteous people buried there. But (he smiles) is not the ground everywhere kind to its dead? Give the money to the poor woman. Well, Sarah, how shall it be? We must open a store and learn from Sonka how to make good soda-water.
ANATHEMA.
Triumphantly.