we've been waiting dinner -- where've you been? david says nothing; crosses to the table and dumps the day's receipts on it, looks up at his father proudly.
you made all this selling papers?
esther -- maybe david's partner would like to stay for dinner. add some more water to the soup.
that many?
you talk fine, jack -- sarah, get that cake your mother's been hiding in the cabinet!
i've had enough birthdays! this is a celebration! david leaps up to fetch silver; sarah gets a luscious chocolate cake from a cabinet --
you work only until i go back to the factory! then you go back to school, like you promised.
it will heal.  they'll give me back my job.  i'll make them.  jack sees how worried the family is. no one seems able to speak, then --
david? time to come in now. jack looks in at the warm family tableau: the lullaby, sarah reading to mayer. david, going in, sees his friend's expression.
ready or not, it can handle a broom. he gets his coat; sarah, looking for something, finds a stained paper package under a sewing basket.
don't be too hard on your friend. maybe he had his reasons for doing what he did.
there. you see? mayer smiles and goes. sarah moves to david with the stained papers.
a few things of mine and david's. wish we had money to give you.
i don't know what's waiting for you in santa fe, but you'll always have family here.