Mary's mother was livid: "A Negro?! You want to marry a Negro?! You must be absolutely mad! If you think your father and I are going to sit back and watch you throw away your life on that Joseph fellow, you have another thing coming." Mary looked at the ground. There were two ants carrying the body of a third--the smaller of the ants seemed to be singing a funeral dirge. It was a sad song. She looked back up at the wall.
Her mother's favorite relic from her sorority days at the Jewish Institute of Technology stood proudly. It read: "For the ultimate college experience, rush Hashanah Sigma Psi. Spring, 20 B.C" Out of the corner of her eye, Mary saw her mother pick up the scrolls. Oh great. Now she was getting into her Sabbath-day mood. Mary's mother continued: "The blacks enslaved our people for four-hundred years in Egypt! They held us captive and used as animals. They are evil. The black man is the devil I say--the devil!"
She made a noise with her throat in order to clear it, or something thereof, and then continued. "Do you think the battles that Moses and Joshua X fought for our freedom were in vain?
Mary looked to the ants for support, but they were too busy with problems of their own. How was she even going to tell her mother she was with child? They would kill her. "And I'll strangle you if you as much as mention that you are with child!" suggested her mother, as she walked towards the kitchen. The ants stalled for a few seconds and then entered their hole.
Several months later, sitting at The Burger Pharaoh, Egypt's newest dining establishment, Joseph ordered a lamb burger and some broth. He was visibly perturbed. He just couldn't grasp this immaculate conception deal at all. He and Mary had never had sex--of that he was sure. But yet she was with child. He must have been raving mad to believe her story about the angel. They had even run away to Egypt to escape the wrath of her parents. They'd never believe.
"Jo men, can I seet here?" It was one of those Mexican immigrants, Joseph thought with consternation. He was probably working for peanuts at the pyramids, putting good folk out of work. It really was the fault of those bleeding her liberals, he continued ruminating. The immigrant sat down. He was pretty dark for a Mexican.
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