Yudelson
Well, it’s the Cantor’s birthday, so—
Sara
Sh! It’s a surprise. The Cantor is asleep.
Yudelson
[Lowers his voice]. Oh, a surprise!... So I says to myself, “Yudelson,” I says, “what should I give the Cantor that would be nicer than a roast turkey, a gallon of wine which my wife, Olov Hasholem, she made it five years before she died, and a genu-ine woolen praying shawl!”
Sara
A praying shawl! How did you know about the birthday?
Yudelson
How did I know! What’s the matter with you, am I crazy? The whole East Side remembers it.