Opening Sentence: There she was, Amy Gerstein, over by the pool, kissing my father.
Non-Sequitor: She found the diamond bracelet in the back seat of the car.
Last Word: the tear in her dress.
And one month later, it ends with no more than 1,000 words weaving them into a story. Better leisure mental gymnastics than the New York Times crossword!
Here's what I made of them.
POCKETFUL OF HOPE
There she was, Amy Gerstein, over by the pool, kissing my father. Instead of killing him. Or herself. I expected after her prison years, she’d shove him in – wheelchair and all. I’ve often replayed the accident with the ending I’ve longed for – Dad rolling over the lip of the deep pool, sliding into the hungry river beyond. Last time I saw Miss Gerstein, dear old Dad was coolly tipping her in the deep end, figuratively of course. The police called it a suicide attempt. They never did figure out what really happened, but I knew. Still, what could I have said? I the ten-year-old son of the chauffer, and she the governess.
*****
Miss Gerstein had left Lord Albert and me wrestling with fractions, while she went on an errand for Lady Carlisle, but we had shadowed her like T.E. Lawrence’s Arab scouts. As she burst into the estate’s garage, we heard a slam, then a cascade of little pops like a ratchet wrench twirling. A man’s muffled oath. A single pearl rolled into view. The door closed swiftly. We crouched below the window.
“So sorry! I’ll just …”
“No!”
“Whaaat? This is Lady Carlisle’s! Martin!”
We had to see. Through the grimy glass, a diamond earring winked as it swung from the lip of the workbench drawer my father tried to block from view. Rising like an avenging angel from a hail of grounded pearls, our beautiful Miss Gerstein displayed the distinctive diamond clasp. My father turned, crowbar upraised. Miss Gerstein flung out a prohibiting hand.
I remember it like a flashbulb still, frozen colorless against the dusty sunshaft. My memory shatters on that image, fragmenting to flashes of motion, echoes of conversation.
“Wait, Martin!.....blood, too?”
…”never blackmail…” My father hunched, tense.
“Take them back. I’ll never tell…my word…Otherwise…” Miss Gerstein’s hand gentling, pitying. My father slowly nodding, an odd, calculating look in his eye.
Two bent backs, harvesting the pearls. A flash in my father’s hand by her pocket as he opens her car door. A miniature comet arcing through her back window. Rumble of the garage door. Oily smoke from Miss Gerstein’s shabby Mini. Two boys running for the safety of arithmetic.
Later that afternoon, Lord Carlisle leaned into the school room. “A word, Miss Gerstein,” he held the door open.
Surprise and sorrow washed across her face as she glimpsed my father flanked by two police officers in the hallway. I glanced out the window. A policewoman searched Miss Gerstein’s car. She found a diamond bracelet in the back seat.
“No, Miss Gerstein! Please…” I lunged for her hand. Missed, but tore open her pocket. The diamond earrings from my father’s drawer shimmered to the floor, sparkling like tears. As my hand spun her toward me, her heel came down hard on one earring. The ‘diamond’ splintered. All the air, all the color drained out of the room.
From a far country I heard Lord Carlisle, “A thief – and a forger! Get her away from my son!”
It took a hundred years for the cruel curve of my father’s smile to register as understanding, then fear on Miss Gerstein’s face. They were leading her away in handcuffs. I looked from my hand to her torn dress, overcome with dread and shame. She looked back at us as long as she could, trying to smile, trying to signal something. We couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t hear.
We watched the brief interrogation from the schoolroom window. Miss Gerstein shook her head decisively. We strained to hear.
“Where’s the money, Miss Gerstein?”
The stream was a diamond bracelet beyond the car, filling the languid pool before pouring over the cement rim into the river that bounded the estate.
“I don’t know! I don’t know anything! You’ve got to believe me! Have I ever lied or mislead you before?” Her voice broke on the question.
“Apparently, your whole life is a lie, Miss Gerstein. If that is your real name!” That from my father.
“I would not have believed it, but I saw it. Lady Carlisle and I have trusted you …our son.”
“Now you’ve stolen his son’s heart and his inheritance, too,” my father snarled.
“And you!” Miss Gerstein faced him squarely, “You have stolen all I had - my good name.” She broke from the police escort and flung herself into the pool, rolling over and over toward the river spillway.
We were screaming, “Handcuffs! She’ll drown!” but no one heard us over the pandemonium in the courtyard.
“Can’t let her escape!” my father dove after her. We saw him arc deep, then go absolutely still.
*****
Broke his neck. After that day, we all parted to our separate prisons. Lord Carlisle sank to relative poverty, caring for the fraud he thought had tried to save his fortune. Dad, banished to a paralyzed body, extended his own little hell to anyone who came close. Lord Albert & I were sent to boarding school. Even graduating to adult life did nothing to lance the diamond-hard pocket of darkness where I perpetually tear Miss Gerstein’s dress. Miss Gerstein. I never did learn where they sent her.
Now here she was, a miracle. Silvering around the edges. Bestowing the kiss of peace on her traitor, as if his treachery never had defined her like it did the rest of us.
She turned to me, “There’s something I’ve wanted to say to you ever since that last day.” She reached for my wretched hand. I couldn’t meet her eye.
“Thank you. You were the only one who tried to help me.”
“I tore your dress! I let them all see! I...like I was his accomplice!”
“Never! I knew you.”
“But if only I had kept still, you never…”
She ripped my darkness like a searchlight. “…never would have known how much you loved me! That memory sustained me through all these years.”
Color. Breath. Freedom! Stony guilt spilling out like false diamonds. I laughed. Laughed! She forgave the tear in her dress.
Well the votes are in - from all over the place. I'm sorry to report that you were no help at all! ;D Out of four choices, you voted in a three-way tie for first place. *Sigh* So I will just rely on your helpful comments to make these better.
Today's installment is Episode 1 of the web-series thriller, Favorite Haunts.
Favorite Haunts
By
Kim Anderson
All rights reserved to the author. 2010.
Mother-Lode Media
EPISODE 1 SCENE 1
Seventeen-year-old LEXI stands on her front porch, checking her wayfinding gear. She looks up, noting the surveillance cameras at the corner of the house and on the light pole down the street. There is absolutely no one on the street. She scrolls through various screens on her cell phone, showing the nanny-cam views of the interior and exterior of her house. LEXI sees herself in the porch shot. She takes a step casually and disappears from the nanny-cam screen.
LEXI
(Nodding with satisfaction)
I’m in the zone!
She frowns, scrolling through the screens again.
LEXI
Where is he?
TROY
(grinning from the bush beside the porch)
I’m in the zone, too!
Twelve-year-old TROY is loaded with hiking gear, all ready to go.
TROY
You weren’t thinking of leaving without me?!
LEXI
No, just worried about being off the grid too long.
TROY
(nodding sympathetically)
Yeah. Dad will go all renegade on us. Do you think we should wait til after the evening sweep?
LEXI
No, we’ll lose the light. We’d better hurry.
They begin to walk away from the house, under a tree that screens them from the cameras. They flip their cell phones to screens that show maps of camera angles along their street, and navigate a course that leaves them out of camera sight. As they walk they converse.
LEXI
Don’t worry. I’ve been working on a project that will allow us to be gone as long as we want without tipping Dad off.
TROY
Yeah?
LEXI
Look!
LEXI thumbs off the camera-plot map on her cell phone to play a nanny-cam recording of herself studying, then one of herself making dinner.
TROY
That only works for you!
LEXI snaps down to a recording of TROY playing a video game.
TROY
If Dad sees that for hours, I’ll still get killed! Maybe we should just file for a hiking permit like everybody else.
LEXI
Relax! I’ve got lots more. I just need a few more cuts and I’ll be able to patch it into the security cams on a loop I can control from here. Besides, you know we’d never get one without a "responsible adult" on the request.
She taps her cell phone. They have arrived at the end of the street. Pavement is locked off at the entrance to a hiking trailhead. The sibs hesitate, peering into the trees. TROY still has the camera-plot map up. The display shows a solid barrier of camera-coverage lighting up the edge of the forest for as far as the display shows.
LEXI
(wistfully)
Remember when Mom used to bring us here and we thought it was a game walking single file in her footsteps?
TROY
(nods, trying to be brave)
I miss Mom....It’s like all the air went out with her.
LEXI
Yeah, the accident changed everything....(she gathers herself) I hope it didn’t change the song.
They stand in the last camera-free zone and whistle a 3 or 4 note signal. They look at their cell phone maps. Nothing changes.
LEXI
Maybe we weren’t loud enough to trip the jammer.
They try again. This time the camera coverage blinks off their cell phone maps. They sigh with relief and start running.
SCENE 2
A law-enforcement office bristling with computer monitors. It is lit only by the many computer screens. One monitor has a blinking light and and irritating claxton sounds in time to the blink. The officer manning the monitor swings around in her chair to call her supervisor.
SAM
Sir! Surveillance perimeter breach: sector 5!
COL. RUGER
(Leaning in to look at SAM’s display, reaches down to adjust the view.)
That’s right down the street from my house!
We see the same display the kids were seeing on their cell phones.
SAM
Shall I arm the perimeter lasers?
Cut to LEXI and TROY slamming a button on an electrical device in a plastic bucket buried under a fallen log. They collapse in relief.
The blinking light on the police monitor goes off. The display is back to normal. We see the two officers’ faces peering at the screen.
COL. RUGER
Probably just a wildlife bogey. Curfew is in 30 minutes. No lasers. Post Sector 5 sweep officers early, and make sure they go door to door tonight.
SCENE 3
TROY and LEXI are circling a huge, live tree, searching for something that isn’t there. A dead tree has fallen against the tree, lodging solidly with the upper part of the dead tree resting in the crook of a large branch of the living.
TROY
The web entry said it was gone...
LEXI
Maybe some fool left food inside and a coon got to it.
LEXI leans against the living tree, her shoulder just under an arrow pointing up crudely scratched into the trunk.
TROY
(pointing at the arrow)
Things might be looking up!
They look up and see a squirrel’s nest just about where the dead tree connects with the living. TROY scrambles up the dead tree, using its branches as ladder-rungs.
TROY
Whoa! Amazing!
LEXI
What! What is it?
TROY
A new improved cache - but it isn’t our placer.
He lowers an ammo box down by a pulley which has been anchored to the tree in the squirrel’s nest.
TROY
Hey! This nest is big enough for me! Kinda pointy, though...Waaaiit! This isn’t a squirrel’s nest. Just looks like it. There’s a platform. A man-made platform!
LEXI
Get back down here! This is weird!
TROY comes to look into the box with LEXI. They start to unload it.
LEXI
Our old logbook. Two self-charging flashlights. Two MREs. Two space blankets (she pauses significantly) non-reflective.
TROY
Are you thinking it?
LEXI
Resistance...But why here? Our placer coordinates are still out there.
TROY
Yeah? Someone reported that cache missing or damaged. Check the logbook.
They open the book to the last page. A string tied to the spine of the book swings free.
LEXI
Our signature stamp is gone.
TROY
(pointing to the last page)
It was here just two weeks ago. Look! And....
LEXI
It’s...Mom’s...signature stamp and a rubbing of her forest geo-coin.
TROY
(troubled)
Mom!...We saw her...
We see in memory, a small plane taking off. Then close-ups of flames, emergency vehicles, flashing lights. We hear sirens, screams.
Suddenly we realize the sirens are in the present. The sibs are frantically re-packing the ammo box. LEXI tears the last page of the logbook out, stuffing it into her shirt.
LEXI
(gasping)
Early sweeps!
TROY
(climbing the tree)
Hurry! Tie it on! Hurry!
They hoist the box to the squirrel’s nest. And race for home.
Cancer has given me the opportunity to re-invent life. I've always wanted to write fiction. It used to be that people understood when an argument was well-made and would be persuaded by reason. Not any more. Now people need a story. They are persuaded by personal connection and emotion. They need a bard, not a lawyer.
I've had fun this spring and summer working on the lyrics for my second daughter's musical tribute to American service men and women. See the progress on the project at 21 Gun Salute. In the course of researching for the lyrics, I've been able to interview some wonderful vets, read some fascinating military bios and even some heart-stopping poetry penned by our warriors and their families. Now I'm ready to tell other sorts of stories.
Trying to decide which to write first. The mystery: A Levite detective in an ancient city of refuge must find the real human trafficking culprits before they dissolve King David's precarious reign into civil war. The fantasy: Renowned inventor Daedelus discovers that his inventions for sinister King Minos have destabilized both the foundations of Atlantis and his own son's sanity. The action-thriller: In an America groaning under an oppressive regime, a young man is drawn into a web of intrigue when he begins to find in his geo-caches messages from his dead mother.
One of our traditions at Christmas is to tell each other stories, sometimes in person, sometimes in print, sometimes in music or video. We want to savor new aspects of that richest story we enter at Advent. Won't you join us?
An Epiphany
We've never been rich, but we thank God.There really is something about scarcity that sharpens the sensibilities.When it comes to gift-giving times, the desire to be able to gift the ones you love with something of real value is almost a physical ache.
And it brings into clearer focus some of the reasons why Jesus came to us in poverty and lowliness - not only to feel our weaknesses, our miseries, but also to feel that sharp longing to have something to give...
On my birthday near Christmas, three little packages shone bravely from the festive table.The first, urged upon me eagerly by Elizabeth, our eldest, was wrapped in an origami envelope of Byzantine complexity.The shining contents cascaded and clicked sensuously into my hand: a necklace gathered of all the lost and secret bits of the jewelry our sometime princesses have worn in their day.She had even sacrificed a couple of real Venetian glass beads that had been handsome vases in her dollhouse.Together they were a talisman of childhood's delights.
Then Winston, with ingenuous grin and self-deprecating wag of the head, thrust two carefully folded sheets of paper into my hand. "I love you, Mommy!" he breathed. The papers showed a four-year-old's pen and ink jungle inhabited by an ark-full of dinosaur stickers. Just days before, feeling wealthy with the proceeds of her first babysitting job, Elizabeth had bought each of her siblings a small present.These dinosaurs had been Winston's.
With a miserable sigh, Anne pushed her offering closer and handed me another origami envelope.She plopped down next to me, studying my face as I read the careful second grade script, "I didn't have much to work with.Love, Anne".I blinked and swallowed hard. Inside herbox was a bird, soaring wings outstretched. It was too large to make a convenient ornament, but its curves whispered, "touch me".Anne alone had seen hidden possibilities in it as it lay in a jumbled garage sale box last summer and had rescued it with her last nickel. Now it wore fairy tale colors and sparkled with a crusting of make-believe gems that would have done credit to the Emperor's nightingale.
Anne glowed like a star next to me, urgent with the hope that I, too, could now see the fabulous beauty in this homely bit of plastic. And those wings arched with a burning radiance, thundering accompaniment to the heartbreaking "Gloria!" blazing from otherwordly throats, the love song of the Bridegroom, argent with the hope that we, His beloved could see our ransom, our resurrection, our Redeemer in a pauper's newborn.
In preparation for Advent, our church commissioned me to write and direct several short scenes for our living history installation: Journey to Bethlehem. I'm posting bits of it here so that I can work out the kinks before we go to rehearsal. Please leave a comment to help me refine it.
We want our audience to be invited by our scenes to enter the story of redemption for themselves. We hope that these vignettes will help modern people connect with the ancient story and, more importantly, with the Word Who lives.
The two scenes below sketch the story of Joseph's family. It is the story of every "good Christian" family. We all have dreams about how our lives will look if we "do things right". We think that we dream big enough, and we think that the moral & relational capital we generate by 'doing things right' is for us to use as we please. But God has bigger plans, and our treasures are to advance His Kingdom. We struggle to accept this and ultimately, it takes a deep personal encounter with the living Lord to bring us to joy in His will. Not shown in this script is the reconciliation between Joseph and his mother, Rahab, which will be played in pantomime in the living creche we will build at the climax of the concert.
A blind beggar, Mephibosheth, comes into the last scene as well. He is modeled after the spunky blind man Jesus heals in Jn 9. As a social outcast, he sees in the babe carried by that other outcast - Mary - a promise of Light and Life. I hope his story helps us all to connect with the already-but-not-yet aspect of God's work that we experience living in a world that is both fallen and redeemed.
Enjoy!
SCENE 1
This group is on a shopping trip. The children
have their arms full of baskets and burlap bags of
food. Boaz has an especially large bag or, if it
can be found, a wine amphora or wineskin. The
women have baskets full of packages. They stop to
rest a moment at the well under a tree.
Lights in the square come down slightly. Subtle
spotlights on well
BOAZ (Joseph's brother)
So, do we have everything?
CHAVAH (Boaz' wife, Joseph's sister-in-law)
Let me think…we got the cheese, the wine, the raisins…
RACHEL (Boaz' & Chavah's daughter)
(advocating for more of her favorite
treat)
…the dates? Do we really have enough dates?
(Adam waves a big package, which she
grabs & hugs)
RAHAB (Joseph's & Boaz' mother)
Remember Itzak’s family will be staying with us as
well as Leah’s. I don’t think we have enough lentils
at home.
CHAVAH
No, Itzak is staying with Uncle Lev, because your
brother needs a place to stay with his new wife. You
know her time is nearly here, and I’m the best hand
with births.
RAHAB
Oh, that woman! She certainly had us all fooled. We
all thought she was so godly, such a good catch…Why
Joseph didn’t put her away, I’ll never understand.
BOAZ
Mother! We agreed we’d wait and see how it goes.
ADAM (Boaz' & Chavah's son)
Joseph saw an angel! And He told Joseph this babe
would be the Messiah!
RAHAB
(snorting derisively)
He dreamed an angel!
BOAZ
Just like he dreamed you would recover from your fever.
RAHAB
Bah! That was just kindness.
CHAVAH
But it gave you hope to fight for life. You’re still
with us because of Joseph’s kind word…and besides,
maybe he did see an angel.
RAHAB
Angels! Well, he always was a dreamer – just like his
namesake in Egypt. And he got into just as much
trouble with that as our Joseph. Sold into slavery by
his brothers! Dumped in Pharaoh's deepest dungeon
...scandalous!
BOAZ
But it turned out in the end to save our whole people.
RAHAB
Well these dreams of our Joseph's - they're dangerous.
And what about the ordinary dreams of sane people? The
whole family gathering in peace around the Sabbath
candles... Being able to hold my head up in the
synagogue because my children have spotless
reputations...
BOAZ
(sad & gentle)
Would that be enough, mother?
RAHAB
(grumpy, defensive)
It's little enough to ask.
CHAVAH
(speculative)
It's little enough to aspire to. Our fathers asked for
more...a glimpse of God's glory, freedom after slavery,
a king over all kings...
BOAZ
Dangerous dreams, indeed!
CHAVAH
Caesar wouldn't appreciate them.
RAHAB
That reprobate! Why can’t he just leave us in peace?
ADAM
Is that why we have to swear allegiance to Caesar?
Because he's afraid of the king God promised would
come?
BOAZ
Rome must believe that there is no threat to Caesar’s
rule from us. So we of the royal clan of Judah must
particularly swear allegiance to him to keep our people
invisible to him.
ADAM
But Papa, if Joseph’s dream is true, then this baby
would be…
RAHAB
(cutting him off)
...too good to be true!
SCENE 4
Enter Mary & Joseph walking toward the well.
Joseph has the luggage. During the scene,
villagers pass by, noticing the notorious couple,
and turn away, whispering. Two soldiers patrol the
square. Adam, Joseph’s nephew passes through
during the hubbub with the beggar. Spotlight on
the well group.
MARY
Whew! Now I know how the donkey feels at the end
of the day.
JOSEPH
Me, too. Caesar really should have checked with our
midwife before he scheduled his special census. After
all, he considers all the house of David potential
royal rivals.
(They arrive at the well. Joseph dusts
off the edge with a flourish, and helps
Mary sit down. He is worried about her.)
Your throne, your Majesty! How’s the prince?
MARY
Well he’s been the prince of peace up to now, your
Grace. But he’s getting restless.
(laughing, she sits carefully on the
edge of the well)
JOSEPH
I’ll just hail a passing servant for a drink for you.
(He waves at a pair of girls coming to
draw water))
Tamar! Olivia! Will you draw us a drink from the well?
(They stop, embarrassed, and run away.
Joseph is embarrassed)
MARY
(rescuing him)
They are too awestruck to approach, your Majesty.
(They laugh)
Is there still bread in the saddlebag?
(he looks)
Enter Mephibosheth, the beggar, working his way to
the well, begging from the customers at the Inn on
his way. Follow spot on the group. Two gangly teen
boys grab his cane and start shoving him around in
a sort of blind man’s bluff, tossing the cane to
each other, smacking Mephibosheth with it.
MEPHIBOSHETH
Alms! Alms!
LOT (a village bully)
What’s the matter, old man?
ANDREW (another village bully)
Can’t you stand up?
LOT
Where’s your cane?
ANDREW
What’s your story?
This is nothing new to Mephibosheth. He steadies
himself, catches the cane as it whistles towards
him and hangs on. He whirls the startled guy on
the other end around him like a hammer thrower,
toppling the other bully and scattering onlookers.
The second bully picks himself up and wrests the
cane away. Mephibosheth sprawls on the ground.Two
Roman soliders, who are patrolling the square, are
drawn to the ruckus. They catch the boy’s hand as
he is about to smash the cane down on the fallen
beggar. They take the cane away, looming
menacingly over the boys.
LUCIUS (an old Roman Legionnare)
(clicking his tongue)
Can’t have bullying in the square. Can we now, Gaius?
GAIUS (Lucius' buddy, a veteran of many campaigns)
No indeed, Lucius. Bullying is strictly forbidden.
(They laugh threateningly, shove the
boys. Lucius gets one boy in a choke
hold with the cane.)
MEPHIBOSHETH
Hey! My cane!
GAIUS
What's this?
(grabs M’s begging bowl, pours out the
coins)
LUCIUS
Looks like more tribute for Caesar.
GAIUS
Tax day!
MEPHIBOSHETH
No! Someone....please!
Just as they are about to complete the robbery and
start on the boys again, the Centurion slaps a
heavy hand on the soldiers’ shoulders. They snap
to attention, dropping everything. Mephibosheth
scrambles to retrieve his things. The boys are
frozen.
CENTURION
We’ll be mustering now to clear the square for the
night.
(in a ferocious whisper, steering his
men out of the square)
What in the five hells are you thinking? Caesar’s
census hasn’t exactly made the provincials love us!
(His eye falls on the boys. In a louder
voice)
You there! You carry their gear!
(The soldiers grin & shake off their
packs. They boys grimly pick them up.
The five of them exit. Mephibosheth
makes it to the well with Joseph’s
help.)
MEPHIBOSHETH
Alms?
JOSEPH
Sorry, friend. But what I have, I’ll share. Bread?
(He breaks some off)
MARY
Are you hurt?
MEPHIBOSHETH
Not really. No more than usual.
MARY
This happens often?
MEPHIBOSHETH
They see that I’m afraid. Sometimes I’m afraid in a
place where I don’t know my way. If I could only see, I
wouldn’t be afraid. I wouldn’t let them push me around.
I’d make them see the light!
(He devours the bread)
MARY
What's your name, young man?
MEPHIBOSHETH
I’m Mephibosheth, ma’am.
(he rises to bow & take her hand, but
misses, falls, rolls and jumps up in one
smooth move.)
I meant to do that!
(They all laugh)
JOSEPH
You aren't from around here, are you?
MEPHIBOSHETH
No, sir. I’m from Jerusalem. My parents brought me
with them when they came to pay the tax and sign the
registry. I don’t usually get to go anywhere... Born
blind... But we hoped this would be a good place for me
to beg while so many are here for the census. Besides,
the Romans even tax blind beggars!
JOSEPH
So we saw!
MEPHIBOSHETH
It sure is quiet right here. It being the inn well and
all. I’m..er..intimidating, but I usually don’t scare
people away from a well….Say! You must be that couple
everybody’s talking about.
(he realizes this is a faux pas)
MARY
Why would you think that?
MEPHIBOSHETH
Even a blind man can see you’re being shunned….Some of
them say your baby is the Messiah! Is it true? He’s
royal blood – son of David - or you wouldn’t be here.
Will he be king one day?
JOSEPH
(putting a protective arm around Mary)
Messiah? Yes, so the angel has told me. “A virgin shall
conceive and bear a son and shall call his name
Immanuel, God with us.”
MARY
But, 'king'? We have no word of that.
MEPHIBOSHETH
When I was little and I had been beaten on the streets,
my mum used to comfort me with stories of the Messiah.
She said “Behold your God will come with vengeance,
with the recompense of God. He will come and save you.
Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened.” (pause) Is
your time very near, like they all say?
MARY
yes, very...
(she takes his hand and places it on her
belly. He shouts, jerks back as if
burned, then reaches again)
MARY
What!? What?!
JOSEPH
What! What is it?
MEPHIBOSHETH
I...don't know! Something....
(He tears the bandage off his eyes,
opening them wide - but blindly.
Crestfallen, he dashes tears from his
eyes.)
I have to go now. We are leaving tonight. I won’t get
to meet Him.
(reluctantly he rises to go, then turns
back)
Wait! My mum told me that the Messiah would come to the
Temple – in Jerusalem. That’s where I live! I will wait
for Him there... Every day... Tell Him. I’ll be
waiting.
(As he leaves, Joseph begins to gather
up their belongings)
JOSEPH
We should be going, too. It will be dark soon and we’re
almost home. Boaz will have a lamb roasting and Mama
will have the place all decked out for all the family
coming in for the census…
(he breaks off, seeing Mary’s flaming
face.)
MARY
Will they? Will they have room for all of us? After
the wedding…
JOSEPH
The wedding isn't the whole story..
MARY
It is for your mother...It is for the town.
JOSEPH
I’ve written to Boaz. He understands…he believes.
He’ll welcome us… all of us. And he’s the head of the
household now. Mama will do as he says.
MARY
Boaz is a true son of David, but he can't...
JOSEPH
I can! God has appointed me to protect His promised
Messiah, and to defend his mother. It starts here…
MARY
Then don't ask me to birth this child in your mother's
house. Think of something else.
JOSEPH
It would be the gravest insult to my family not to go
to them while we are here in Bethlehem. You know that.
Boaz, Rahab, Rachel & Adam enter. Boaz calls
across the room. Lights catch them in the crowd.
BOAZ
Joseph! Mary! Adam told me you had arrived, but we
didn’t see you at the house.
JOSEPH & MARY
Boaz!
(he with joy, she with dismay. Joseph &
Boaz embrace. Joseph hugs everyone. Mary
is left out)
BOAZ
(cuffing Adam affectionately)
Where are your manners? Why didn’t you bring them with
you as soon as you saw them?
(turning back to Mary & Joseph)
I was afraid you wouldn’t come to us. Mary! Welcome.
You will always have a place in my home.
Mary smiles at him but looks past him to Rahab.
Joseph and Boaz exchange worried looks over her
head. Rahab won’t look at Mary. The brothers turn
to Rahab expectantly.
RAHAB
Hmph!
(with a forced smile)
Hello Mary. I wish we were meeting under happier
circumstances...
(she catches Joseph’s warning look)
The census. Caesar is most inconsiderate.
MARY
(with stiff politeness)
How are you?
RAHAB
Fine...
(under her breath)
...until today.
JOSEPH
(warningly)
Mother!
RAHAB
I am an old woman! She is about to give birth.
Neither of us has time for these games! How am I? NOT
fine! There is nothing fine about any of this!
JOSEPH
Did the angel’s message in my dream mean nothing to
you?
RAHAB
I too had a dream! I dreamed I had a son who would
bring glory to God and joy to my heart! This is not a
dream. This is a nightmare!
There is a long tense pause. Mary groans in
labor. The Roman squadron enters. Everyone starts
moving.
MARY
It's time! He's coming!
JOSEPH
No time to get home now!
BOAZ
Rachel! Run fetch you mother. We need her midwifery
NOW!
(Rachel runs)
RAHAB
I’ll speak to the innkeeper!
(they all turn to stare at her. She
shakes her head dismissively.)
I would do this for anyone.
CENTURION
The square is closing for the night! Go home, everyone!
He and the soldiers keep interrupting with this
message as they begin to clear the room. Lights
come up near inn.
RAHAB
(crossing to the inn)
Daniel! Have you got space for Joseph and his wife?
She’s just gone into labor. She won’t make it to my
house tonight.
DANIEL
It’s really packed. Besides, the birth will make all
my guests unclean! They’ll complain. She’ll be
miserable!
RAHAB
She’ll be miserable anyway, you oaf! How about the
stable?
JOSEPH
The sheep are all out for lambing. Isn't it nearly
empty?
DANIEL
Well...yes. and there's fresh straw ready to be strewn
there!
RAHAB
Boaz! Adam! Help Joseph get the stable ready for this
