All us women had cotton tunics, and bright colored scarves over our heads, we'd wake up and go about so early some days, the streets were empty-for the most part-that is to say, not even a delivery wagon in sight. And here we were, a group walking like a squadron of soldiers, or perhaps we looked more like ducks, walking down the cobblestoned streets. I loved the chill of the mornings, we were moving out towards the central part of Galilee, to Cana, westward and then south. We three women took no more than the men, the less to carry the better. I remember on those long walks, or at least the first long walk we took with Salome, I was thinking: what was she so terribly guilty of, I pondered on it, but left it alone, so did Mary, I mean, we didn't want to judge one another, and if Jesus had forgiven her, who were we to look upon her less than us. Oftentimes, Jesus wore a brown tunic, carried a traveler's bag slung around his shoulders, he was quite: emphatic, quick to justified tempers, yet sympathetic to those in need.



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