“Your disciples do not wash their hands before they eat!” said one of the Pharisees, a fat man with a scar over his eye. Bart, I thought. “It’s not what goes into a man that defiles him,” Joshua said, “it’s what comes out.” He broke off some of the flatbread and dipped it into a bowl of oil. “He means lies,” I said. “I know,” said the old Pharisee. “You were thinking something disgusting, don’t lie.”
