Cantors (Judaism) -- Drama; Fathers and sons -- Drama; Jewish families -- Drama; Jewish singers -- Drama; New York (N.Y.) -- Drama
JACK
Where’s Mama?
YUDELSON
She’s inside. You stay here. I’ll call her. [_He goes out, calling._]
Mrs. Rabinowitz! Mrs. Rabinowitz! Jakie is here! Jakie is here! [_He
comes back._]
SARA
[_Can be heard, her voice throbbing_]. Jakie here? [_She enters._] I
knew you was coming, Jakie. I knew you was coming! [_She sinks on
the settee and for the first time tears stream from her eyes._] Oh, my
Jakie ... my darling ... I knew you was coming....
JACK
Mama, Mama.... I couldn’t stand it.... I had to come.... Yudelson told
me about Papa—[DR. O’SHAUGHNESSY _enters._] Hello, Dr. O’Shaughnessy.
DOCTOR
How do you do, Jakie.
JACK
[_Slowly_]. Is my father ... worse?
SARA
Oh, Jakie, he’ll be better now—he’ll be better. The doctor will tell
him. Doctor, please go right away and tell the Cantor Jakie is here.
JACK
I’ll go with you, if you don’t think it’ll do any harm.
DOCTOR
Better not. It might excite him too much to see you. I’ll tell him.
It’ll do him all the good in the world....
SARA
[_Sudden fear in her voice_]. Jakie—you’re going to sing, ain’t you?
JACK
Yes, Mama.
SARA
[_In surging excitement_]. Doctor, tell the Cantor Jakie is going to
sing!... Couldn’t I please speak with him on the telephone?
DOCTOR
No! That’s impossible, Mrs. Rabinowitz. [_He is moving toward the
door._]
SARA
Doctor, remember to tell him everything.
DOCTOR
Yes.
SARA
Tell him Jakie came right away.
DOCTOR
Yes, yes.
SARA
Tell him Jakie looks beautiful!
DOCTOR
I’ll tell him.
SARA
Tell him Jakie is standing on pins and needles, so anxious he is to
practise with the choir. Tell him Jakie ain’t even _thinking_ from no
theatre.
DOCTOR
I’ll tell him, Mrs. Rabinowitz.
SARA
Don’t forget!
DOCTOR
I won’t. And don’t _you_ forget to eat and get a good night’s sleep.
Goodbye. [_He goes toward the door, stopping by_ YUDELSON.] My
telephone number’s on this card. I’ll be at the hospital. If you want
me call me there. [_The_ DOCTOR _goes._]
JACK
The doctor said you must eat, Mama.
SARA
Sure I’ll eat. And you, too. I made ready such a lot to eat before
fasting.
JACK
I don’t want anything, Mama.
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