The Cops Are Following Us!

  Is this Mary???
The Mary we know?

   




   Now, where did I leave my cell phone? Did I put it back in my purse? I’ve got to call
Mom. The pains are starting and we are still several miles away from Bethlehem.  Surely 

she will know what we should do. I am sure it is just false labour but it would be nice to 
get some advice from a--woman! 

        Joseph is exceeding the limit as it is, and is swerving in and out of traffic. Eeek! I
 see red and blue lights flashing!

       “Joseph slow down! Slow down! It’s the cops!”

       Later: Joseph convinced the policeman that it was awful urgent to hurry, so he lead us all the  way to the hospital, siren wailing. I'll be so embarrassed if it is a false
alarm!

            Wait! That isn’t how it happened! Let’s get it right, straight off that  yellow and
crumbing parchment  and  peer at Mary’am’s own fading scriipt.

         

             I am not feeling very brave today even though the stars are twinkling

brightly in the otherwise black, early morning sky. Yosef is loading Mojo, our

donkey. Somewhere, far, far away in a place called Bethlehem the stars are

also shining, I suppose, but the track is so rough and dark between here and

 there. There are treacherous mountains just a few miles from the road we

 must take, and who know what kinds of animals might come prowling around

 at night. It will take us many days to get there, and this is happening

 so close to when the baby is expected to arrive! I have never been far

 from home except for the time I went to see Aunt Elisheva, and I dread

this journey! At least this time I will have Yosef with me! What a consolation!

My deepest fear is for the Baby because I am so near the end.

Oh, if only it would have worked out to leave earlier! Will He be all right?

     

         

     

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