[Sudden fear in her voice]. Jakie—you’re going to sing, ain’t you?
Jack
Yes, Mama.
Sara
[In surging excitement]. Doctor, tell the Cantor Jakie is going to sing!... Couldn’t I please speak with him on the telephone?
Doctor
No! That’s impossible, Mrs. Rabinowitz. [He is moving toward the door.]
Sara
Doctor, remember to tell him everything.