Yakov and Rivka sit on the stoop of their not-so-new home in Brookline, Mas- sachusetts. 1912.

In Yiddish. YAKOV : Do you think you will be happy here?
RIVKA : Why wouldn’t I be?
YAKOV : It’s not home.
RIVKA : It’s home enough. Besides, there’s no going back now.YAKOV: There is. We could go back. In a few years, at least.RIVKA: I don’t think so. This is enough. She reaches for his hand. In public. YAKOV : My wife, the bold American woman! He kisses her hand. RIVKA : A man isn’t married until he understands every word his wife isn’t saying.
YAKOV : To home we go. He lifts her over the threshold. She laughs. END OF PLAY.