The Perfect Stranger Page #2

If you stay for dinner, I promise to

tell at the end who set it all up.

You know, it just so happens

that I got dumped for

a baseball game tonight,

and I have been thinking about

Pepino's manicotti all day...

...but if you try anything, I swear,

Have you selected a wine, sir?

I think I'll let my friend decide -

would you care for some wine?

You are buying, right?

Yes I am.

Well, sure, then.

I'll take a bottle of the...

'98 Brunello di Grotta?

You obviously know your wines.

I'll be right back.

Thank you, Carlo.

So... your family called you Yeshua?

Most of them. My brother James

called me a few other things.

Can you turn this wine

back into water?

No problem.

My friend would like another glass

of water instead of this wine.

Certainly, sir.

Never mind.

Very funny.

Thanks, Eduardo.

Sorry to bother you.

Are you on a first name basis

with the entire wait staff?

Yeah!

So what are you thinking?

Thinking I'm a married woman who's crazy

for not leaving when she had the chance.

I mean about your order.

Oh... I'm staying on the manicotti.

I think I'll try the salmon.

Because it's Friday?

Good one.

Ready to order?

Yes, I'd like the

stuffed mushrooms,

the Mediterranean salad,

and the manicotti.

And I'd like the tomato

and artichoke soup,

the tortellini salad, and

the salmon filet, please.

Very good.

Beats bread and wine, huh?

So...

Tell me about your family.

I thought you knew

everything already.

Why don't you humor me?

Where's you family from?

Oh, no! I'm much more interested in

hearing about your family, Jesus.

Why don't you tell me

about Joseph and Mary.

Alright!

Growing up in Nazareth wasn't like

growing up in Cincinnati.

I can tell you that.

We didn't get many footlong

hot dogs at Riverfront Stadium.

Joseph was a good father.

He had a shop next to the house,

but he did things at a leisurely pace.

I think the only time

he ever sped up

was when he was

trying to finish a project

before I could get my hands on it.

I didn't realize then how many of

his pieces I used to mess up.

At eight years old I wasn't

exactly a master carpenter.

You're good.

Some bread?

So, how about Mary?

Wasn't it difficult having

such a pious mom?

She was hardly pious.

More like an outcast

when I was young.

Back then, before pregnant

before the wedding

wasn't exactly what you would call -

Kosher?

It wasn't the thing to do.

Y'know from all the

paintings I've seen

either she is

nursing the baby Jesus

or taking Him down off the cross?

Did she do anything in between?

I had a great mother.

Her faith kept her going.

When I finally started preaching,

thats when it got hard for her.

- seeing her son worshipped one day

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