When Yemsiratch heard this from her aunts, she forgave Mary’s Boy Child, thanked Him icily, and asked if they could–you know–draw a truce from here on. She won’t ask Him for any more favors, as long as He did not interfere in her life. Jesus, either because He was too stoned to care, or because He had a thick skin as the less ethereal member of the trinity, or because He was born of a woman, seems to have heed to this bargain.
