No, Mama.
Sara
But what kind job could a young boy have that he should have so much money?
Jack
Don’t worry, it’s all right, Ma. I didn’t kill anybody, and I’m not selling real estate in Florida.
Sara
[There is a pause. Then she turns gravely to her son]. Jakie, tell me—why did you run away that time?... Why didn’t you tell us?...
Jack
We’ll talk about all that later, Ma.... I want to look over the old place, see what’s been going on for the last five years. My, but you’ve improved the old homestead! There it is; everything spick and span, eh? Just like it always was.