“Girls, ‘Therefore the Lord himself will give you a sign: The virgin will be with child and will give birth to a son, and will call him Immanuel,’ dumbest thing I ever heard.” she giggled, and so did some of the girls, “Hey, Mary, how's Joseph's health?”
“He’s good, and please, your concern makes me nervous, he only hurt his finger, which is common for a carpenter.” Mary said.
“Okay, I get it.”
“Oops! Girls, I need to go back to the synagogue, Anne's still there, and probably looking for me,”
“Which Anne? Oh, your mom.”
“Yeah,”
“Very well then, if you see the high priest, tell him that today's scripture has got me, Uriella, totally lost, how can a virgin possibly have a child? C'mon who's going to put it in,”
“I’m never delivering that message.” Mary hugged them, “Well, bye girls,”
The girls giggled, and she gave them a “What's happening?” look, and they pointed behind her. She turned, and bumped into the young man she had found at the fountain, yesterday, “Hey you,”
He took a cabbage from his carriage, knelt before her in offering, as if it were a flower, “Please accept it, its a thank you for last night,”
She smiled, and the girls hugged one another, giggling at the poetic romance, unfolding before them.
“We've known each other for a while, yet I still don't know your name,”
“We formally met a while ago,”
“Yeah, that's what I meant,”
“I'm Mary,”
“I'm cabbage, and my ring finger’s naked. How about you clothing it?”
“Cabbage, its a nice name for a cabbage dealer. And for your finger, well I can lend you a bandage. See you some other time." She headed for the synagogue.
He turned to the girls, “Who’s cabbage? Drop dead! Did she just call me cabbage?”
“Yeah, I remember you identifying yourself as cabbage,”
He turned to his sweetie cabbages, “Wow, she named me after you,” he said, “I’ll cherish this experience for the rest of my life." he kicked his carriage, “Let's get going sweeties, we've got a fine day ahead,” with a little difficulty, tugged his carriage away.
“Me, my cabbage, my carriage
Meeting ends for my marriage.”
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