I leave my beautiful house, wearing my fine clothes, step into the dusty street, and it begins again. People see me coming and scurry to the other side. It is always like this. At synagogue, they wrinkle their nose and shuffle away. At the market, they raise my price...
“B-b-but…” I stammer, knowing I will lose my job – and maybe more. My eyes are wide, but Mary’s son just smiles and nods, pointing toward an important man in the crowd who is holding out his cup, calling for wine. But we have no wine. We bought all we could afford,...
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