Sara
All right, all right. I won’t speak no more.... But he’s got a steady job. He’s making money.
Cantor
[Bitterly]. Money! Money! That’s all they know. A little less money and more God would be better.
Sara
Please, Yosele, you shouldn’t excite yourself.
Cantor
[Mutters]. The memory of that boy is shortening my life.
Sara
Don’t speak like that. Go lay down a little bit. You’ll feel better. Take a rest. [Cantor rises wearily, obediently.] Please don’t be mad, Yosele. I won’t talk no more of Jakie. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.