Chapter SeventeenJohn’s family home
Reaching the street door of his home, Benjamin pushed it open and rushed into the cool of the entrance hall calling, “Saba, Saba!” as he changed from his walking sandals.
There was no response, so Benjamin ran through the house to the courtyard, in search of his mother. He found her busy preparing the evening meal. “Where is Saba?” he asked urgently.
“He is probably still in the prayer room,” she replied, gesturing upwards with her head, then concentrated while adding chopped vegetables to the broth.
Something about her manner alerted him. “Has something happened?” he asked.
“Since you have been gone, many things have happened. Saba was arrested by the Romans.
Gasping, Benjamin asked, “Is he alright?”
“He is alive if that is what you mean.
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