Chapter Twenty FourThe home of Silas of Antioch
Deborah cried until she thought she had no more tears left, but when her mother, thinking she had calmed down, entered the room, Deborah wept again.
Stepping carefully over the chaos her daughter had created, Hannah approached her daughter.
“Aima! Why is Abba being so unfair?” Sobbing broken-heartedly, her eyes red-rimmed and puffy Deborah appealed to her mother.
“Deborah, please... calm yourself. You know that your father has to make the best marriage he can for you.”
“But why now? Why to someone so far away? Why couldn’t he find me a husband here in Ephesus?” she railed.
Hannah looked at her daughter sadly, guessing that she had been hoping for an offer from Benjamin, son of Samuel. All her life Deborah had known him; she had toddled
