I pass a flustered aunt and uncle returning from the annual meeting. At the play, I am drafted at the last minute into the ensemble, which is performing a silent walk-through. Each actor has an small ovular touchscreen which shows the desired location of all four actors on stage with little colored dots. But I don't know which way to orient my own screen, so I'm lost on stage. Afterwards I help my father read the Yiddish inscriptions on the back of the clayware until I notice there is a small bright transliteration in the bottom righthand corner of each one. I don't let on.