“They have no wine.” Almost as soon as she finished, she felt the pain in her heart. She saw it all in her mind’s eye, the journey that would lead onward to the hill. Something almost like regret, a feeling that was foreign to her, began to form at the edge of her thoughts.
He looked at her, and embraced her. Stroking her back, “Woman, what have I to do with you?”
He gently touched her chin, and tilted her head up. She looked into eyes so much like her own. “My hour has not yet come,” he said.
He released her, and she stepped back and turned. The first tear forming at the corner of her eye, “Do whatever he tells you.”