Cantor
I don’t want to know from his letters.
Sara
But he’s got a good steady job. In Chicago.
Cantor
What’s the matter with you today? Maybe you could forget what he done. I can’t.... [Until now the mood has been conversational, although strong emotions have been strumming underneath. Now the Cantor rises, and his voice betrays the intensity of his feeling.] The Day of Atonement.... A crowded synagogue.... So proud we was! Why not? Everybody waiting to hear the Cantor’s son sing. And where was he?... You said he would come back. It’s already five years now.... Where is he?
Sara
I can’t help it the way I talk, Yosele. I feel lonely every day for our Jakie.
Cantor
And you think I don’t! Please, don’t speak no more.