Totally alone, without child or husband, the bus has become my sanctuary of story. Lately, that place has been found in the seat of a Jerusalem Egged Bus. I am awakened from my nostalgic dwellings on the era the Roman architecture, the tastes of the delicatessens at her family’s table, flowing with the finest of wines, and reminded that I am on a loud and bumpy bus in the heart of Jerusalem’s City Center.Ī bookworm by nature, but now a busy mom, reading is a love I have learned to make time for, even if it requires a less than ideal location. Even though the self-revelation of her beauty is recent, I suspect she has been lovely, always. As her ornatrix adorns her with braids and jewels, I learn that she is Vibia Perpetua, the daughter of a Roman Senator, a woman of great wealth, nobility, and education. At least, she has just discovered that she is beautiful. I am in Carthage, at the turn of the third century AD, and she has just become beautiful.
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