Nesah took a slice of bread and put some honey on it. She was about to eat when Uriel spoke, and she put it down on her saucer beside her cup and leaned back. She considered her response, taking her time. Nesah did not like this situation at all, and part of her wanted to shout and Uriel and shake him.

Not that shaking him would be possible for her. Uriel had lost some weight, but he was still tall, and he looked stronger than ever.

Anyway, she knew that escalating the situation would get her nowhere. He would kick her out and ignore her advice, like he had ignored Zech's.

"I'm not telling you to ignore your child." It was what she wanted to tell him. But Uriel seemed smitten with his intended bride, and in love with the idea of being a father. There would be no movement there, other than her own being shown the door. "I'm telling you not to become a Catholic. Mother loves you, despite what you seem to think. And more importantly, you should love her. This whole thing with the child will upset her. We both know it. But you becoming a Christian... How can you betray her, us, our community... God...?" She waved her hands in ever widening circles as she spoke more and more agitated. She took a deep breath to try and regain her self-control.