He’s a willing boy, Sara, and it’s a pleasure to hear him singing in the choir. And his papa, peace be with him, was a rabbi. Maybe from Moey I can make yet a Cantor.... Yes.... [Sits.] From him I will make a great Cantor.
Sara
[Casually, with a prosaic little sigh]. It seems like yesterday our Jakie was standing the same way—a little boy—a darling—and you was learning him to sing.
Cantor
Sara, I asked you a thousand times, don’t speak his name in my house. You know what it does to me.
Sara
I heard you from the kitchen—you spoke it yourself to Moey.
Cantor
Well, Moey and me—we was singing and—well, I made a mistake.
Sara