“Give my love to your parents, and I do hope you find your dear mother in better health when you get home.”
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“Thank you ma’am.” Alice counted herself lucky to have an employer as considerate as Ruth. Ruth was the wife of a wealthy merchant, and Alice came in daily to help her with chores, mainly because Ruth’s joints were all painful and inflamed, but also because she knew that Ruth enjoyed her company. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Take care, Alice!”
Alice began the walk home. It was more difficult than usual, Jerusalem was crowded for the Passover feast, and the Romans had brought in extra troops to keep order. She was carrying a basket of fruit and vegetables which she’d bought earlier with her meagre wages. She hugged it to herself – it could easily get stolen in this crowd.
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She realised that people were trying to get close to one of those itinerant preachers that tended to appear at this time of year from the countryside. This one was supposed to be able to heal people. She wondered if he could help her mother.
Alice dismissed the thought. She would never get near him, and she couldn’t afford him anyway. Nobody could help her mother. Her father Joseph Barabbas had spent the last of his savings on doctors, and now he was destitute and Elizabeth his wife was no better.
Nobody could heal the pain in Alice’s heart either. It had been at Passover three years ago that Nathan, the man she loved and had expected to marry, had got mixed up in some trouble and had died in agony on a Roman cross on the hill of Golgotha, just outside the city. Alice had stayed with him, sitting beneath his cross all day and all night and most of the next day until he had surrendered to the nails. From that day to this she had never gone near Golgotha. Too many terrible memories.
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Eventually she fought her way to the house which she still shared with her parents, and probably always would now. Although she was only 23, most women were married well before they were twenty. Alice’s hope for marriage had died with Nathan on Golgotha.
“Mum! Dad! It’s me! I've got some nice vegetables and fruit!”
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“Shh!” said Joseph Barabbas, “Your mother’s sleeping!”
He ushered her into the back yard, then her father embraced her. “Oh, Alice, you’re a good girl. If it wasn’t for you, we’d starve. I daren’t leave her!”
“How is she?”
“Sleeping now, but she’s had a better day. We were laughing earlier.”
“Laughing? What about?”
“That Jesus of Nazareth. He only went and kicked over all the merchant’s tables outside the temple! Filthy money grabbers, robbing innocent folk of their money so they can present offerings!”
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Alice turned away. “But, Dad! That’s where Ruth’s husband works! That’s what pays my wages!”
“Oh.” The smile disappeared from Joseph’s face. “I hadn’t thought of that!”