"But it was the third woman," Joseph whispered.
"Stirred the mysteries." Tamara whispered.
It didn't go as planned.
Maybe it was too much this time. A
third woman should have caused the winds to almost come to a complete stop.
"The mist." Joseph whispered.
"Revelations in the cloud." Tamara whispered.
But the winds picked back up. It wasn't because the other group of women who were just show-ing up. Nor was it
because the old man tried to study the truths early. There was nothing wrong with their timing. In fact, the group of women who would eventually aid the old man were still a ways off.