A conversation in Nazareth, a long time ago.
Well, whose is it?
Canny be Joseph’s. He’s no been aboot fur months.
Wit about Zechariah?
Nah. Too luved up wi Liz.
Well who then?
Poor mad cow says a ray o sunshine kissed her belly.
Maybe she wis drugged. Wan o they Romans spiked her drink doon the Silver Tassie.
Naw, she’s been examined. That hymen thing, it’s mint.
Canny be, yer talkin’ shite.
God’s honest!
Tell ye wan thing though, she’s radiant, so she is. Pure radiant.