Elijah sat on the stone wall of the well and filled water skins in the dark. He handed one to Nathan and one to Zim. “It will soon be light, and we can’t let any officials see us.”
How nuts was he, anyway? Risk capture just to get Zim a mezuzah? They should stay and hide, but Zim’s professor was named “Hashabiah,” and even in this heathen city the name had to mean a fellow Levite.
The widow stood with her hands on her son’s shoulders. “Zim, it will be your job to keep their elbows and knees away from prying eyes.”