Chapter FifteenThe Days of Unleavened Bread 94 AD
The sounds of the household brought Benjamin back to the present. He had hesitated too long; he had to find out how Deborah would respond. He would write her a note, and find some way of passing it to her tomorrow, on the Holy Day Sabbath. He reached for the pen and ink he had recently packed away, no more wasting time, he would write the note now. He sat thinking, but the words would not come. Staring at the scrap of parchment, he searched his thoughts, looking for a way to put his feelings into words. Deborah... beautiful, tiny... my heart’s desire.
The sound of a girl’s voice as she called out drifted up the stairs and through his open door. His heart thumped in his chest. Was it Deborah? Had she and her mother come on some errand? Rus
