Con: (Closes the door and turns to his wife. The daughters scurry out the back door.) Wife we must flee to the City of Refuge. Our salvation depends on it!
Sinnah: Not I! I’m not heeding those foreigners who such a ridiculous accent and strange apparel! I was born in Sodom, and Sodom is good enough for me until the day I die! (She goes over to her makeup table and preens while dabbing kohl around her eyes and arranging her hair in a new style.)
Con: But, honey, listen to me please. These men were in dead earnest. Know ye not that the man of your beloved city tried to drag them into the streets and force themselves upon them.
Sinnah; (Looks startled, and shudders.) Well, they didn't get away with it.
Con: Nay, but they were nigh unto destroying the house. Come with me, please. The messengers were not mere men; they were angels sent from the God of my Uncle Abraham.
Hours pass, and still Sinnah hesitates. Con is seen pleading with her from time to time.
Sinnah: Well, if we must follow this ridiculous notion, there are things I want to take along! I’m not fleeing to the City of Refuge without many treasures.
Con: They will slow you down! Come! Come just as you are!
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