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. SARA Jakie, you don’t get the headaches any more? JACK No, Mama, I feel fine. I must weigh at least eight hundred pounds. Oh, look, there’s Uncle Eli. [_Points to picture._] He’s still mad! My, look at that vase. It’s grown up! I remember it when it was a little cup. And you’ve got a phonograph, too. I knew you were saving all those soap wrappers for something. Um—so many new things—Oh, oh, I see a change. [_Points to picture above phonograph._] Didn’t there used to be a picture of me there? SARA [_Quickly_]. Yes, Jakie—we don’t have it no more. It fell down and got broke— JACK Well, well, well. First it was me, and now it’s pussy-cats! [_Moves to window._] But the synagogue—that’s still in the same place. SARA [_Joins him_]. Sure, it’s in the same place, Jakie. JACK Do you know, Mama, it’s a funny thing. It looks so small to me now—and when I was away on the road it used to seem so large—especially the windows.... And now they look so small.... I remember that little window away up in the corner—see the little blue window? Hm—I’ll never forget, one day I was playing baseball. Hymie Cohen was pitching. I hit a ball—it was a home run—and psst! went that window away up in the corner. SARA I’ll never forget how much it cost to fix it. JACK Well, we won’t talk about that. Can you still hear the services when the window is open? SARA Yes, Jakie. JACK [_Turns to phonograph_]. This is nice, Mama. Does it play, too? SARA Sure it plays. It played last week. JACK Well, well, let’s see what kind of records you have. Um—Il Trovatore, Pagliacci. You’re coming up in the world. Red Seal. That’s a buck and a half. You haven’t got “Red Hot Mama,” have you? SARA Red Hot Mama, what’s that? JACK No home is complete without a red hot mama. If you had a piano in the house, I’d show you. SARA Sure, we’ve got a piano—since last year. Your papa uses it to teach the choir. It’s in the front room.