The night was clear and cool. A welcome relief from the heat of the day. Stars sprinkled the sky like salt, and we could see for miles from our post on the hills outside the city. "Did I tell you about my little Hezekiah?” I asked. “What could there possibly be that you haven’t told us about your ‘little Hezekiah’? You talk about him every night. Even the sheep are tired of hearing about that boy.” My friend answered. “If you had a boy like my Hezekiah, you’d talk about him every night too. You’re jealous of me because I have a son, and all you’ve produced are girls. Who will take care of your flock when you grow too old, eh, Daniel? Who?” “My girls are fine and strong. They will make excellent shepherdesses. Even so, I’m still young and viral. Miriam is with child again and the Lord may see fit to give me a son this time. Then you will be the jealous one!” “Why would I be jealous of your son? I have a boy of my own who can do anything he puts his mind to.” Daniel and I bantered l...
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