Thomas, Wednesday January 24, AD 30

A long day’s walk back to Bethany, but I made it an hour or two after sunset.  The sky was clear and the moon was strong. The day had been cool, it was pleasant to walk in the chill of evening.

The chill remained after I entered Mary B’s house.  While she scurried round finding a bowl for my feet and something for me to eat, I sat with Mary M and heard her tales.  It didn’t surprise me that she might be pregnant, because her sickness had made me wonder, and it didn’t even surprise me that Cyrus had turned out to be a bit of a rogue, but I was a little surprised at Mary being quite as cool and resolute as she was.

I immediately realised that my livelihood had disappeared for the second time in only a few months, although this time we had put something aside and wouldn’t starve.  But before I had the chance to say anything, Mary offered to help us out.

“I need your legal skills now Tom,” she said, “to help get me out of this mess, so don’t start to worry about where the next meal is coming from just yet.”

There was enough to talk about for hours, but Mary wasn’t her usual chatty self and I was tired from my long trek, so we agreed to continue in the morning.