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problems.<br />
He tried to wave me off, and I noticed those gouges again.<br />
“I had to go all the way across the river today, into the city. I<br />
only just got back to the synagogue an hour ago.”<br />
“Those rabbis work you too hard. Why don’t they send some of<br />
the other boys once in a while?” I know I shouldn’t criticize the<br />
rabbis. I know they’re good men. But they don’t appreciate Yeshua<br />
properly; it’s a failing of theirs.<br />
Yeshua smiled and patted my hand.<br />
“You know they can’t, Ma. The others would stand out like a<br />
sore thumb. I’m the only one that can go into the city, thanks to<br />
you.” He winked at me, and I had to admit that he was right. He’s<br />
such a good boy, my Yeshua. Better than those other boys he works<br />
with, although I’m sure that you think that’s my pride talking. But<br />
it’s not just pride. He’s the best thing that’s ever come out of me,<br />
that’s the plain truth.<br />
I looked at his hand covering mine. That gouge was deep, even<br />
deeper than I’d first thought. His thumb was nearly falling off.<br />
“Tsk! Let me fix your hand. Yeshua, you need to take better<br />
care of yourself.”<br />
“It’s just a scratch.”<br />
“It isn’t!” I went to the cupboard w<strong>here</strong> I kept my special<br />
supplies and pulled out a fat lump of clay, warming it between my<br />
hands as I kneaded it. I sat down again and made him put both<br />
hands on the table, flat and spread out. I couldn't help frowning.<br />
“How the rabbis can look at this and not feel even an ounce of<br />
remorse, I don’t know.”<br />
“Ma, it’s not like it’s going to kill me.”<br />
I scowled.<br />
“Do you think that’s the only thing you have to worry about?<br />
What if you get hit by a bus, or smashed under a girder or<br />
something. Do you know how much work I have to do to make<br />
you look nice? It's not like I pop open a can of Play-doh and poof,<br />
you're all fixed!” The clay was nice and soft finally, and I started to<br />
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