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.