EXT. PARKING LOT WHITE ROCK BEVERAGES NIGHT
ABRAHAM leaves office building and walks to his car.
EXT. DRIVEWAY NEXT TO ABRAHAM'S HOME NIGHT
ABRAHAM arrives at his home, parks car and enters home.
INT. ABRAHAM'S KITCHEN NIGHT
ABRAHAM broils a hamburger, boils a potato and makes a salad with lettuce and tomato. He then sits at table and eats it all.
INT. ABRAHAM'S LIVING ROOM NIGHT
ABRAHAM sits in his comfortable chair in his old fashioned furnished living room and watches TV tuned to Turner Classic Movies. TV presenter is heard.
ROBERT OSBORNE (O.S.): Hi, welcome to Turner Classic Movies. I'm ROBERT OSBORNE. Tonight we have a classic film from 1938 with James Cagney, Pat O'Brien, Humphrey Bogart and a newcomer then, Ann Sheridan...
EXT. IN FRONT OF SYNAGOGUE DAY
ABRAHAM arrives at his synagogue for Saturday morning services and enters it.
INT. SANCTUARY OF ABRAHAM'S SYNAGOGUE DAY
ABRAHAM, with many other men, wears tallit and tefillin, recites various Hebrew prayers during the Shabbat service. Later, after the service, ABRAHAM greets the RABBI, a man about ABRAHAM's age, distinguished looking.
ABRAHAM: Gut shabbos, RABBI. How are you today?
RABBI: Gut shabbos to you, ABRAHAM. You look well. How's work?
ABRAHAM: All's well. Do you need more soft drinks? I can get you plenty.
RABBI: No, we don't need any more.
SYLVIA (ABRAHAM'S COUSIN): Sorry to interrupt, RABBI, but I need a word with ABRAHAM.
RABBI leaves to talk to another congregant. SILVIA, middleaged woman, a little heavy, leads ABRAHAM away from others and they sit together on bench.
SYLVIA: So, ABRAHAM, how are you?
ABRAHAM: The same. I'm fine.
SYLVIA: The same. That's the problem. You've been the same for twenty years since your folks passed away. You go to work, sit in that house alone and go to the movies on Sunday. You can't be happy.
ABRAHAM: You forgot I come here every shabbos. So, who's happy? Are you, SYLVIA?
SYLVIA: I'm sure I'm happier than you. I've got Morris (husband) and the children and the grandchildren. I've got loads of friends and things to do. You've no woman to keep you company.
ABRAHAM: How do you know I've no woman to keep me company?
SYLVIA: Well, do you? Surprise me!
ABRAHAM: No...I don't. I've told you how I feel. I have a wife, I have Helen. Unfortunately, she's dead, but she's still in my life. I can't imagine being with another woman. It would be a betrayal of her memory. And how could I be fair to another woman, knowing I'm still in love with Helen. I still miss her.
SYLVIA: I know you miss her, ABRAHAM. We will never forget her blessed memory, but you're alive and life is for the living. L'chaim! You don't have to be in love with another woman. But, a man needs the warmth and companionship of a good woman to be complete. God forbid, if I die before Morris, I'd want him to find another woman.
ABRAHAM That's you, SYLVIA, not me. Look, I have friends at work. I love being around good young people whom I can teach about life. I really enjoy mentoring them. I'm so sorry my child died along with Helen. I miss them both.
SYLVIA: Me, too. Sorry you don't have children. They're such a blessing. Can't imagine not having them in my life. I almost can't remember when I didn't have any. (pause) So, how are things at White Rock?
ABRAHAM: Good, real good. You and Morris want more soft drinks?
SYLVIA: No thanks. By the way, do you have plans tomorrow night? I'm having a small dinner party and I want you to come. Please, ABRAHAM. Please, come!
ABRAHAM: Will there be single women there? Are you trying to fix me up again?
SYLVIA: I have a number of widows among my friends and I love giving dinner parties. So, forgive me. And my favorite cousin is a widower. What's wrong with bringing people together. And you know I'm a very good cook.
ABRAHAM: I'm flattered I'm still your favorite cousin after all these years. You are a great cook. But, almost anybody is an improvement over what I can do in the kitchen. Do I know these widows you're inviting, one of whom will be my date?
SYLVIA: I believe there's one that's new. I just met her. Recently moved from Long Island. She's attractive and kinda zaftig. At least Morris thinks so. How about it?
ABRAHAM: Maybe. I'll call you tomorrow. Please don't hock me. I promise I'll let you know. I have to go. Bye, bye.
SYLVIA: Bye, ABRAHAM. Love you.
ABRAHAM gets up from the bench and walks out of the sanctuary.
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