I do not want to meet him in the alley today. It is too dangerous. Everywhere is too dangerous, or is it? The crowds are all inside Jerusalem, but we could leave. I will leave Mother a note that I went to see our sickly relatives in the hills. My heart suddenly lifts.
So when the pebbles hit against my wall, instead of hurrying outside, I call to Simeon. "Go to the Mount of Olives," I say. "Wait for me there."
"Are you sure?" he asks.
"Yes," I reply.
And then I sit on my bed and wait until I am sure he is gone and whoever has been watching has left too.
By the time I slip out of the house, a basket under my arm and my veil pulled down over my face, the sun is sinking lower on the horizon. By the time I reach the garden, it will be sunset, I only hope that Simeon is patient.
As I slip out the door I look right and left. People are hurrying down the street, but no one lifts their heads. I take a breath, and step out onto the road.
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I Am Not an Adulteress Anymore
Historical FictionHanna has been married off to a man of the rival Samaritan tribe, forsaking her people and her God. But when he strikes her and she loses her child, things change forever.
