“Good morning, Nazareth,” Mary said as she flung open her window “You again?”
“I bring you cabbages, my lady,” Cabbage said, “Ten cents, each,”
“Go check my mom at the vine yard, I think she might be interested,” she felt a sharp movement in her belly, felt like vomiting, covered her mouth and rushed out of her room, passed the kitchen, and straight into the vineyard where she found herself vomiting lumps of what she had for dinner. Her mother who was busy with the vine and dropped her basket and rushed her child. She covered Mary's forehead with her palm, held her wrist for her pulse, and then listened to her stomach for possible symptoms. “You are pregnant! How come?"
* * *
“How come you are pregnant?” Joseph asked, he stood facing the door, hands tightened in a fist, with Mary kneeling behind him.
“I swear this child is of God, not of man,”
“I’m not stupid. That I choose to turn a blind eye to your closeness with that so-called Cabbage, doesn't mean I'm blind,”
“Believe me, I know no man,”
“Then explain the child you carry,”
“It’s of the God we serve,”
“I don't think I'll ever learn the truth from you, please, excuse me,”
“Please, believe me,”
Joseph made through the door, shutting it hard once out.
“Don't worry, my child. Solution’s on its way.” Anne helped her with a blanket and a cup of water.
“Mom, please believe me, God did this to me,”
“I totally believe you, my child,” she wiped her tears with her gown, “Now tell me something, how was it like to be in the arms of God? Was he brutal or gentle?”
“Mom!”
“I'm curious,”
“Well, he…” She leaned closer to Anne's ear, and they giggled.
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