Cantor
[Pats her on the shoulder]. All right, all right. I’ll go in now and lay down for a while, and maybe then I’ll feel better. [At the door, with an attempt at his normal sweetness.] Don’t forget, you promised nice cookies for Moey. [He goes.]
Sara
[Moves toward the sideboard, when the telephone rings. She turns and moves toward the telephone saying “Hello” just before she reaches it. Then she picks up the receiver]. Hello ... who?... Oh, Mr. Adler. How do you do, Mr. Adler.... Yes, this is the Cantor’s wife.... How did you know it’s the Cantor’s birthday?... No, he don’t know it himself. We are making him a surprise! Oh, thank you, Mr. Adler. You should have the same!... The Cantor will be happy to know you remembered him.... Thank you.... Goodbye. [She hangs up the receiver. There is a knock on the door.] Come in.
Yudelson
[Comes in carrying a jug of wine, a praying shawl, a roast turkey wrapped in a napkin. Yudelson is a jeweler—an old friend of the family. He is about forty, has a small, close-cropped beard, and is seasonably dressed in a white linen suit and a Panama hat. He is hearty, good-natured, eager to please, but not exactly a subtle person.] Hello, hello, hello! Congratulations! Good luck!
Sara
Mr. Yudelson!