Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

THE KINGDOM :: 77
they turned left and entered a small room with a large picture
window. A single bed was there, made up and inviting.
“That’s just the bedspread,” said Mikael. “I’ll get some fresh
linens.”
While he was out, she took in the rest of the room. A small
desk was set against the far wall, and a single low bookcase
was set near the door. Above it hung a large mirror in a
rough wooden frame. There were several hooks in the wall,
but no closet.
In a moment he was back and together they set to making
the bed. “Can I ask you a question?” Her voice was soft, tentative.
“Sure,” he answered.
“What was that all about? About starting tomorrow?
Because if it was really about getting a good night’s rest, I’ll
eat my pointed witch’s cap.”
Mikael laughed a hearty, throaty laugh. “You don’t miss a
thing, do you?”
He straddled the desk’s chair backwards, and leaned his
arms on its back while she settled in on the freshly-made bed.
“Well, it’s Shabbat.”
“Isn’t that a Jewish thing?”
“Yes, and since Terry’s partner is Jewish, we have adopted
some of his tradition. Partly to accommodate him, and partly
because it just makes good sense.”
“So what’s the significance of Shabbat? Not working? I
thought we were going to go over there tomorrow? Doesn’t
the Sabbath extend to sundown the next day?”
“Yeah, but we’re not that strict. We try to take Saturdays
off, but when something major is up, we do what we need to
do. After all, Jesus said, ‘When your ass falls into a hole on
the Sabbath, don’t you pull it out?’”
“Great, so I’m an ass you’re pulling out of a hole.” She
mock-pouted.