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Monologue: The Listener
They think I’m a nobody. Only a servant girl. Always in the background, waiting on them, but never really noticed. Just like a piece of furniture. But they don’t realize how much I see and know and, as long as I keep quiet and do my job, they don’t really care either.
And that’s why I was there this morning - there in the background when they brought those prisoners out before the High Priest and his relations and his associates.
I was curious, of course I was. I like to know what’s going on and like to be able to pass on the news to my own inner circle. It gives me some kind of status being able to tell tales about the priestly goings-on. And if I’m treated like a piece of dirt by them, then I can always get my own back by dishing the dirt on them.
So, as I was serving cooling drinks and making myself useful, I was determined that I could be in a position to report back on what was going on in the court with the new prisoners.
All I knew before they started was that there’d been a healing. Some lame man, who’d been hanging around forever outside the Temple and was well known as a beggar, had suddenly been healed by two other men.
Continues...
©Marjorie Dobson
They think I’m a nobody. Only a servant girl. Always in the background, waiting on them, but never really noticed. Just like a piece of furniture. But they don’t realize how much I see and know and, as long as I keep quiet and do my job, they don’t really care either.
And that’s why I was there this morning - there in the background when they brought those prisoners out before the High Priest and his relations and his associates.
I was curious, of course I was. I like to know what’s going on and like to be able to pass on the news to my own inner circle. It gives me some kind of status being able to tell tales about the priestly goings-on. And if I’m treated like a piece of dirt by them, then I can always get my own back by dishing the dirt on them.
So, as I was serving cooling drinks and making myself useful, I was determined that I could be in a position to report back on what was going on in the court with the new prisoners.
All I knew before they started was that there’d been a healing. Some lame man, who’d been hanging around forever outside the Temple and was well known as a beggar, had suddenly been healed by two other men.
Continues...
©Marjorie Dobson
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