[The door opens and Jack enters. The evening light has deepened. Jack’s face is white, his eyes burning black. There is a new quality in him; he has become fanatic].
Jack
Mama, you better get ready. [He sees no one, apparently, except his mother.] The services will begin soon. [Now he sees Mary. Carefully laying down the praying shawl and skull cap he brought with him, he turns to her. He speaks quietly.] You came!
Mary
Yes, Jack.
Jack
[Simply]. I’m glad.
Sara
Jakie.
Jack