"We can't separate them," Mary said suddenly. They were sitting at home watching TV. "I can't take the risk." Joe just nodded.
They were startled by a knock at the door. Joe went to open it.
"Take the infant and leave," said the skinny black man with the salt and pepper goatee. "There is still danger!"
"But we have two," Mary interjected. She had followed Joe to the door and stood behind him.
"Protect Him, Him!" the crier insisted.
"But where should we go?" Joe asked.
The old man didn't answer. He turned to go.
"Wait! Who are you?" Mary demanded. "What have you got to do with us? Who is trying to harm our children? Why should we listen to you?"
The old man turned back and said, "Because you know. Listen to your heart. Have faith. God will lead you." Mary reached for his arm, but the old man turned and walked away.
"Well, I guess we'd better pack," Joe said with a rueful smile. Joe and Mary looked at one another for a long time. It was as if they were seeing each other for the first time.
"Just pack up and go, on the word of a scrawny man?" she asked with a wrinkled nose.
"I came this far on his word. So did you." Mary looked deep into Joe's eyes. She leaned in, put her hands on his arms, and kissed him.
"I've always dreamed of going to the mountains," she said. "I like snow. It's so clean and makes everything beautiful. We hardly ever got snow in Alabama."
"The mountains it is." Joe smiled brightly and returned the kiss.
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