Yudelson
A praying shawl! Must have been a sale some place!
Sara
That’s very nice, Clarence. It was smart you should think of a praying shawl. [Cantor is heard humming off stage.] Ssh! I think the Cantor is coming. [Sara quickly takes the shawl and hides it somewhere on the sideboard. Clarence and Yudelson nervously move toward the door as the Cantor enters.]
Cantor
Yudelson.
Yudelson
Good evening, Cantor.
Cantor
Mr. Kahn.