Chapter 8 – While Mary Is Gone
Mary's heavy eyes and drawn face betrayed the weariness she already felt. "We will leave early in the morning," she said. Zebina wanted to hold her and not let her…
Mary's heavy eyes and drawn face betrayed the weariness she already felt. "We will leave early in the morning," she said. Zebina wanted to hold her and not let her…
Excited as Mary had been on her return, the issue of talking to Joseph hung in the air. Mary's next visit to Zebina was rife with worry. "I shared everything…
Zebina loaded her water jugs ready to make her regular trek to the well. But these weren't the happy times they used to be when she and Mary delighted in…
Zebina swept the floor for the fourth time, her mind playing Mary's words over and over. The depth of Mary's amazing, yet troublesome, news lingered day and night in Zebina's…
Zebina had just pulled up some onions from her garden when she saw Mary coming down the path. She stood up and waved. Why would Mary be coming this time…
Three months later - Zebina puttered in the garden early before the sun reached its burning point. As she strolled back to the house, she saw her mother looking our…
Zebina hoisted her two pitchers with great ease as she nearly skipped along the path. She could hardly wait to get to the well on this bright morning to tell…
Zebina heaved two water jugs over her shoulders with the wooden bar in between. At least it's easier going with empty jugs than coming back with full ones, she sighed…
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