My mistress always shaded her face from the sunrays. Her beauty's admired by all. Even my late husband was entrapped. Our bellies swelled from the same seed. Her man and mine – both killed in King Solomon's battle with the Philistines.
Money was tight. M'lady would forgo many luxuries. Together we'd survive.
Our time came, almost concomitantly. Mine died. Luck was never my lot. Her baby was rightfully mine.
King Solomon pronounced the verdict: "Cut the baby in half."
I hated her and her baby. I acquiesced.
"Give the baby to that woman!" the King commanded.
Fortune was never mine. Of course.
Money was tight. M'lady would forgo many luxuries. Together we'd survive.
Our time came, almost concomitantly. Mine died. Luck was never my lot. Her baby was rightfully mine.
King Solomon pronounced the verdict: "Cut the baby in half."
I hated her and her baby. I acquiesced.
"Give the baby to that woman!" the King commanded.
Fortune was never mine. Of course.
