After some moments he rose and opened the kitchen door. He found Channah proceeding towards the lobby.
"When will it be, Channah?" he asked, "Is it arranged?"
"When will what be?"
"You know, the funeral, I mean!"
"It won't be more than a few hours now!"
"But I don't understand! Not more than a few hours! What's the time now?"
"It's just after nine!"
"Nine o'clock? But she died at nine o'clock!"
She drew back frightened. "But that was yesterday!"
"Yesterday? Oh, what's the matter with me? Is it Sunday just now then?"