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Yeshua inclined his head to the steward. “Tell the boys to fill those jars with water.” The steward’s eyes got very wide. “All of them?”

The next Thursday more than a dozen of us trooped over to Uncle Meshulam’s. His vineyards marched down the hillside on either side of a great terrace.

A bunch of us were hanging out in Miriam’s arbor, kind of waiting to see if Peter was going to show up after putting his nets away, kind of not caring if he didn’t, since things always got a lot louder when he arrived.