INT. SANCTUARY OF SYNAGOGUE DAY
The following Saturday morning, ABRAHAM is at his synagogue
participating in services. As they end, SANDY GERBER, a new
friend of his cousin SYLVIA, approaches ABRAHAM. She is an
attractive woman, about ABRAHAM's age and a little
overweight.
SANDY: ABRAHAM!
A surprised ABRAHAM hears his name called out by this
stranger.
ABRAHAM: Yes, I'm ABRAHAM. Can I help you?
SANDY: I hope so. I'm SANDY, a friend of
SYLVIA's. She pointed you out to me.
ABRAHAM looks in the direction of his cousin who looks back
at him with a smile on her face.
ABRAHAM: Yeah, well, that was very nice of
her. I believe you're new to the
community.
SANDY: I am, but I'm feeling more at home
every day. You know, it's not easy
to move, especially after having to
deal with my husband's passing. I
understand you're a widower.
ABRAHAM: Yeah, my wife died a long time ago.
It was nice meeting you, SANDY, but I
really have to go.
SANDY: Okay, but I'm having an open house
tomorrow and I'd really like you to
come. Here's my address.
SANDY hands him a leaflet invitation with her address and
directions to her home.
ABRAHAM: Thanks a lot. We'll see.
He attempts to leave, but she gently pulls him back.
SANDY: You won't believe all the food I'm
having: all kinds of bagels, butter,
cream cheese, lox, nova, creamed
herring, potato salad, tuna salad,
challah, kugel, potato latkes,
rugelach, hamantaschen, matzo brei
and brisket. It's too good a treat
to miss.
ABRAHAM
Yeah, it is. But, ah, we'll see.
ROBERT: Excuse me, madam, but is that you
ABRAHAM?
ROBERT SILVER arrives where SANDY and ABRAHAM are talking. He was a friend of ABRAHAM in high school and they have not
seen each other since then.
ABRAHAM: Yes, I'm ABRAHAM SHAPIRO. Do I know
you?
ROBERT: I hope you remember me. ROBERT
SILVER, Cardozo High School?
ABRAHAM: Oh my God, ROBERT SILVER. Is that
really you? You're not eighteen any
more.
SANDY: ROBERT, I'm SANDY and I'm having an
open house tomorrow and...
ABRAHAM and ROBERT embrace and ignore SANDY, who takes a
hint and walks away disappointed.
ROBERT: Wow! How long has it been? Forty
years, give or take.
What are you doing here? This is not
your family's synagogue.
ABRAHAM: Yeah, you remember. Well, I started
coming here many years ago after my
parents died. I like it better. And
you, what are you doing here?
ROBERT: Well, this is where I had my bar
mitzvah.
ABRAHAM: I don't think I knew you then. We
met at Cardozo, didn't we?
ROBERT: Right. In gym class. We were
playing basketball and were guarding
each other, maybe too well.
ABRAHAM: So, tell me what you've been up to
for the last forty years.
ROBERT: Okay. If you want. I think you may
remember I went to Princeton.
ABRAHAM: I do.
ROBERT: Yeah, it turned out great, even
though I was one of very few Jews.
Great education, beautiful place.
Have you ever visited? It's not far.
ABRAHAM: Sad to say, no.
ROBERT: Well, afterwards I went to Penn Law
in Philly and after passing the D.C.
bar I started working for a firm in
Washington. A couple of years later
I got married and had three kids, all
grown by now with grand kids.
Unfortunately, after we became empty
nesters, my wife wanted a divorce.
Claimed I was married to my work.
She may have been right. I'm a
partner now in that same firm and
we're very involved in politics.
What about you, ABRAHAM?
ABRAHAM: Well, I went to Queens College where
I met my wife Helen...she grew up in
Forest Hills. Studied accounting. After graduation, I got a job with one of the big 8, got my CPA and then
moved into the private sector. Helen
and I married. Several years later
she got pregnant, but there were
complications. She...she died in
childbirth...along with the baby. It
was tough. My folks were alive then
and I had my faith in God.
ROBERT: That was a bad break. I'm sorry.
ABRAHAM: Thanks, but that was a long time ago.
I've dealt with it. What did you
mean about politics?
ROBERT: My firm works as a consultant for
various Republican candidates.
That's why I'm here in New York until
Wednesday. I've a bunch of meetings
lined up. So, I decided to come here
to the old stomping grounds. Down in
D.C., I regularly attend services on
shabbos. You mentioned work. What
do you do?
ABRAHAM: Well, for the last ten years or so,
I've been the Assistant Controller at
White Rock Beverages here in Queens.
It's not big like Coke and Pepsi, but
we do all right. It's very
convenient from my home, which is the
home I grew up in. I'm never gonna
leave Queens.
ROBERT: Maybe one day I can coax you to
Washington for a visit.
ABRAHAM: That'd be nice. I'd be happy to
come, to catch up on old times. And
they were good old times.
ROBERT: Sorry, but I have somewhere to go
now. Let's exchange phone numbers so
we don't get lost for the next 40
years.
ABRAHAM: Good idea.
ABRAHAM and ROBERT exchange phone numbers. They give each other another hug.
ROBERT: I'm gonna talk to the RABBI before I
leave. But, please, let's talk soon.
We were good friends once.
ABRAHAM nods in agreement. ROBERT walks towards RABBI.
ABRAHAM head towards the exit and runs into SANDY again.
SANDY: That seemed like a nice reunion. You
two knew each other a while back?
ABRAHAM: Yeah!
SANDY: So, I'll see you tomorrow, ABRAHAM?
You won't regret it.
ABRAHAM: We'll see. I really must go. Give
my regards to SYLVIA.
ABRAHAM walks away and leaves Synagogue.
INT. BLUE BAY DINER DAY
ABRAHAM enters Blue Bay Diner and takes a seat at the
counter. Unknown WAITRESS approaches.
WAITRESS: Here's the menu. I'll be right back.
ABRAHAM: Ah, is SARA CASEY working today?
WAITRESS: No, I, ah, haven't seen her. Want me
to ask the manager?
ABRAHAM: No. I can give you my order now.
Veal cutlet Milanese with French
fries, peas and carrots, White Rock
Root Beer, and a slice of chocolate
cake.
WAITRESS: Coming right up, sir.