Jack
I want to go over at least Kol Nidre once.
Yudelson
They’re standing all ready now waiting—I’ll bring your praying shawl and a skull cap. Everything will be all right. [Yudelson hastens out. Jack sits in silence for a moment; then, head in his hands, he begins humming to himself the plaintive, majestic cadences of Kol Nidre. He might be his own great grandfather in the Russian Ghetto hidden in some dark cellar praying to a forbidden God, as he sits there, weary, determined, humming a tune thousands of years old. He does not hear the repeated knocks on the door. Lee has opened the door and entered, and is half-way toward Jack before the boy sees him.]
Jack
Mr. Lee!
Lee
I got your message. Gene gave me the address. [He crosses to Jack. They both are standing, tense.] Do you realize what you’re doing?
Jack