The Last Day
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“Good!” Anke approved his choice. “A journal's the perfect vehicle for telling Jeza's story the way She'd want it to be told. It'll help you stay more objective and keep personal interpretation out of it.”
“What's this!” Feldman rejoined with a smile of amazement “Is this the same woman who once heckled me about my reporting being too objective? Is this the same woman who called me a human word processor, who said I should inject more personal opinion into my journalism? Well, well, well!”
She screwed up her face in amused irritation and gave him a disparaging look. “There's nothing more obnoxious than a man who thinks he's right all the time!”
“Hey,” he cautioned her with raised eyebrows and mock superiority, “are you forgetting that I'm a recipient of divine revelation?”
She narrowed her eyes at him and leaned in close. “This is going to be an interesting marriage, isn't it, Mr. Feldman?”
He drew closer still, narrowing his eyes back at her. “Yes, ma'am,” he prophesied, “I believe it is.” And he kissed her.
Outside the window, the cheering swelled, rose up and spread across the greening spring landscape of the Holy Land.