I’m your son. I’m the son of my father. Mama, I’m a Cantor, see?... I’m Cantor Rabinowitz! God’s going to hear me sing Kol Nidre tonight! [He is strong in the power of his decision.]
Sara
[Tears in her eyes]. Jakie!
Jack
[Moves with her to the door]. You go ahead, Mama. You have to go to the balcony. I’ll look for you there from the altar.
Sara
[As she goes]. Your papa will be so happy! He will be so happy.... [Jack closes the door. There is a pause.]
Mary
Jack—isn’t there anything you want me to do?