Yes, Sharon thought, looking around the sanctuary. Who can I get to help me?
"What are we singing for the processional?" one of the tenors asked.
" "Adeste Fideles,"" Rose said. "Before you leave, let"s line up so you can see who your partner is."
Reverend Wall was sitting in one of the back pews, looking at the notes to his sermon.
Sharon sidled along the pew and sat down next to him.
"Reverend Wall," she said, and then had no idea how to start. "Do you know what erkas means? I think it"s Hebrew."
He raised his head from his notes and peered at her. "It"s Aramaic. It means "lost.""
"Lost." He"d been trying to tell her at the door, in the furnace room, downstairs. "We"re lost."
"Forgotten," Reverend Wall said. "Misplaced."
Misplaced, all right. By two thousand years, an ocean, and how many miles?
"When Mary and Joseph journeyed up to Bethlehem from Nazareth, how did they go?" she asked, hoping he would say, "Why are you asking all these questions?" so she could tell him, but he said, "Ah. You weren"t listening to my sermon. We know nothing of that journey, only that they arrived in Bethlehem."
Not at this rate, she thought.
"Pa.s.s in the anthem," Rose said from the chancel. "I"ve only got thirty copies, and I don"t want to come up short tomorrow night."
Sharon looked up. The choir was leaving. "On this journey, was there anyplace where they might have gotten lost?" she said hurriedly.
" "Erkas" can also mean "hidden, pa.s.sed out of sight,"" he said. "Aramaic is very similar to Hebrew. In Hebrew, the word-"
"Reverend Wall," Reverend Farrison said from the center aisle. "I need to talk to you about the benediction."
"Ah. Do you want me to give it now?" he said, and stood up, clutching his papers.
Sharon took the opportunity to grab her folder and duck out. She ran downstairs after the choir.
There was no reason for any of the choir to go into the nursery, but she stationed herself in the hall, sorting through the music in her folder as if she were putting it in order, and trying to think what to do.
Maybe, if everyone went into the choir room, she could duck into the nursery or one of the Sunday school rooms and hide until everybody was gone. But she didn"t know whether Reverend Farrison checked each of the rooms before leaving. Or worse, locked them.
She could tell her she needed to stay late, to practice the anthem, but she didn"t think Reverend Farrison would trust her to lock up, and she didn"t want to call attention to herself, to make Reverend Farrison think, "Where"s Sharon Englert? I didn"t see her leave." Maybe she could hide in the chancel, or the flower room, but that meant leaving the nursery unguarded.
She had to decide. The crowd was thinning out, the choir handing Rose their music and putting on their coats and boots. She had to do something. Reverend Farrison could come down the stairs any minute to search the nursery. But she continued to stand there, sorting blindly through her music, and Reverend Farrison came down the steps, carrying a ring of keys.
Sharon stepped back protectively, the way Joseph had, but Reverend Farrison didn"t even see her. She went up to Rose and said, "Can you lock up for me? I"ve got to be at Emmanuel Lutheran at 9:30 to collect their Least of These contributions."
"I was supposed to go meet with the bra.s.s quartet-" Rose said reluctantly.
Don"t let Rose talk you out of it, Sharon thought."Be sure to lock all the doors, including the Fellowship Hall," Reverend Farrison said, handing her the keys.
"No, I"ve got mine," Rose said. "But-"
"And check the parking lot. There were some homeless hanging around earlier. Thanks."
She ran upstairs, and Sharon immediately went over to Rose. "Rose," she said.
Rose held out her hand for Sharon"s anthem.
Sharon shuffled through her music and handed it to her. "I was wondering," she said, trying to keep her voice casual, "I need to stay and practice the music for tomorrow. I"d be glad to lock up for you. I could drop the keys by your house tomorrow morning."
"Oh, you"re a G.o.dsend," Rose said. She handed Sharon the stack of music and got her keys out of her purse. "These are the keys to the outside doors, north door, east door, Fellowship Hall," she said, ticking them off so fast, Sharon couldn"t see which was which, but it didn"t matter. She could figure them out after everybody left.
"This is the choir-room door," Rose said. She handed them to Sharon. "I really appreciate this. The bra.s.s quartet couldn"t come to the rehearsal, they had a concert tonight, and I really need to go over the introit with them. They"re having a terrible time with the middle part."
So am I, Sharon thought.
Rose yanked on her coat. "And after I meet with them, I"ve got to go over to Miriam Berg"s and pick up the baby Jesus." She stopped, her arm half in her coat sleeve. "Did you need me to stay and go over the music with you?"
"No!" Sharon said, alarmed. "No, I"ll be fine. I just need to run through it a couple of times."
"Okay. Great. Thanks again," she said, patting her pockets for her keys. She took the keyring away from Sharon and unhooked her car keys. "You"re a G.o.dsend, I mean it," she said, and took off up the stairs at a trot.
Two of the altos came out, pulling on their gloves. "Do you know what I"ve got to face when I get home?" Julia said. "Putting up the tree."
They handed their music to Sharon.
"I hate Christmas," Karen said. "By the time it"s over, I"m worn to a frazzle."
They hurried up the stairs, still talking, and Sharon leaned into the choir room to make sure it was empty, dumped the music and Rose"s robe on a chair, took off her robe, and went upstairs.
Miriam was coming out of the adult Sunday school room, carrying a pitcher of Kool-Aid.
"Come on, Elizabeth," she called into the room. "We"ve got to get to Buymore before it closes. She managed to completely destroy her halo," she said to Sharon, "so now I"ve got to go buy some more tinsel. Elizabeth, we"re the last ones here."
Elizabeth strolled out, holding a Christmas-tree cookie in her mittened hand. She stopped halfway to the door to lick the cookie"s frosting.
"Elizabeth," Miriam said. "Come on."
Sharon held the door for them, and Miriam went out, ducking her head against the driving sleet. Elizabeth dawdled after her, looking up at the sky.
Miriam waved. "See you tomorrow night."
"I"ll be here," Sharon said, and shut the door. I"ll still be here, she thought. And what if they are? What happens then? Does the Christmas pageant disappear, and all the rest of it? The cookies and the shopping and the Senior Prom Barbies? And the church?
She watched Miriam and Elizabeth through the stained-gla.s.s panel till she saw the car"s taillights, purple through the blue gla.s.s, pull out of the parking lot, and then tried the keys one after the other, till she found the right one, and locked the door.
She checked quickly in the sanctuary and the bathrooms, in case somebody was still there, and then ran down the stairs to the nursery to make sure they were still there, that theyhadn"t disappeared.
They were there, sitting on the floor next to the rocking chair and sharing what looked like dried dates from an unfolded cloth. Joseph started to stand up as soon as he saw her poke her head in the door, but she motioned him back down. "Stay here," she said softly, and realized she didn"t need to whisper. "I"ll be back in a few minutes. I"m just going to lock the doors."
She pulled the door shut, and went back upstairs. It hadn"t occurred to her they"d be hungry, and she had no idea what they were used to eating-unleavened bread? Lamb?
Whatever it was, there probably wasn"t any in the kitchen, but the deacons had had an Advent supper last week. With luck, there might be some chili in the refrigerator. Or, better yet, some crackers.
The kitchen was locked. She"d forgotten Miriam had said that, and anyway, one of the keys must open it. None of them did, and after she"d tried all of them twice she remembered they were Rose"s keys, not Reverend Farrison"s, and turned the lights on in the Fellowship Hall. There was tons of food in there, stacked on tables alongside the blankets and used clothes and toys. And all of it was in cans, just the way Reverend Farrison had specified in the bulletin.
Miriam had taken the Kool-Aid home, but Sharon hadn"t seen her carrying any cookies.
The kids probably ate them all, she thought, but she went into the adult Sunday school room and looked. There was half a paper-plateful left, and Miriam had been right-the kids liked the Christmas trees and Santas the best-the only ones left were yellow stars. There was a stack of paper cups, too. She picked them both up and took them downstairs.
"I brought you some food," she said, and set the plate on the floor between them.
They were staring in alarm at her, and Joseph was scrambling to his feet.
"It"s food," she said, bringing her hand to her mouth and pretending to chew. "Cakes."
Joseph was pulling on Mary"s arm, trying to yank her up, and they were both staring, horrified, at her jeans and sweatshirt. She realized suddenly they must not have recognized her without her choir robe. Worse, the robe looked at least a little like their clothes, but this getup must have looked totally alien.
"I"ll bring you something to drink," she said hastily, showing them the paper cups, and went out. She ran down to the choir room. Her robe was still draped over the chair where she"d dumped it, along with Rose"s and the music. She put the robe on and then filled the paper cups at the water fountain and carried them back to the nursery.
They were standing, but when they saw her in the robe, they sat back down. She handed Mary one of the paper cups, but she only looked at her fearfully. Sharon held it out to Joseph. He took it, too firmly, and it crumpled, water spurting onto the carpet.
"That"s okay, it doesn"t matter," Sharon said, cursing herself for being an idiot. "I"ll get you a real cup."
She ran upstairs, trying to think where there would be one. The coffee cups were in the kitchen, and so were the gla.s.ses, and she hadn"t seen anything in the Fellowship Hall or the adult Sunday school room.
She smiled suddenly. "I"ll get you a real cup," she repeated, and went into the adult Sunday school room and took the silver Communion chalice out of the display case. There were silver plates, too. She wished she"d thought of it sooner.
She went into the Fellowship Hall and got a blanket and took the things downstairs. She filled the chalice with water and took it in to them, and handed Mary the chalice, and this time Mary took it without hesitation and drank deeply from it.
Sharon gave Joseph the blanket. "I"ll leave you alone so you can eat and rest," she said, and went out into the hall, pulling the door nearly shut again.She went down to the choir room and hung up Rose"s robe and stacked the music neatly on the table. Then she went up to the furnace room and folded up the folding chairs and stacked them against the wall. She checked the east door and the one in the Fellowship Hall. They were both locked.
She turned off the lights in the Fellowship Hall and the office, and then thought, "I should call the shelter," and turned them back on. It had been an hour since she"d called. They had probably already come and not found anyone, but in case they were running really late, she"d better call.
The line was busy. She tried it twice and then called home. Bill"s parents were there. "I"m going to be late," she told him. "The rehearsal"s running long," and hung up, wondering how many lies she"d told so far tonight.
Well, it went with the territory, didn"t it? Joseph lying about the baby being his, and the wise men sneaking out the back way, the Holy Family hightailing it to Egypt and the innkeeper lying to Herod"s soldiers about where they"d gone.
And in the meantime, more hiding. She went back downstairs and opened the door gently, trying not to startle them, and then just stood there, watching.
They had eaten the cookies. The empty paper plate stood on the floor next to the chalice, not a crumb on it. Mary lay curled up like the child she was under the blanket, and Joseph sat with his back to the rocking chair, guarding her.
Poor things, she thought, leaning her cheek against the door. Poor things. So young, and so far away from home. She wondered what they made of it all. Did they think they had wandered into a palace in some strange kingdom? There"s stranger yet to come, she thought, shepherds and angels and old men from the east, bearing jewelry boxes and perfume bottles.
And then Cana. And Jerusalem. And Golgotha.
But for the moment, a place to sleep, out of the weather, and something to eat, and a few minutes of peace. How still we see thee lie. She stood there a long time, her cheek resting against the door, watching Mary sleep and Joseph trying to stay awake.
His head nodded forward, and he jerked it back, waking himself up, and saw Sharon. He stood up immediately, careful not to wake Mary, and came over to her, looking worried.
"Erkas k.u.m-rah," he said. "Bott lom?"
"I"ll go find it," she said.
She went upstairs and turned the lights on again and went into the Fellowship Hall. The way back wasn"t out the north door, but maybe they had knocked at one of the other doors first and then come around to it when no one answered. The Fellowship Hall door was on the northwest corner. She unlocked it, trying key after key, and opened it. The sleet was slashing down harder than ever. It had already covered up the tire tracks in the parking lot.
She shut the door and tried the east door, which n.o.body used except for the Sunday service, and then the north door again. Nothing. Sleet and wind and icy air.
Now what? They had been on their way to Bethlehem from Nazareth, and somewhere along the way they had taken a wrong turn. But how? And where? She didn"t even know what direction they"d been heading in. Up. Joseph had gone up from Nazareth, which meant north, and in "The First Noweli" it said the star was in the northwest.
She needed a map. The ministers" offices were locked, but there were books on the bottom shelf of the display case in the adult Sunday school room. Maybe one was an atlas.
It wasn"t. They were all self-help books, about coping with grief and codependency and teenage pregnancy, except for an ancient-looking concordance and a Bible dictionary.
The Bible dictionary had a set of maps at the back. Early Israelite Settlements in Canaan, The a.s.syrian Empire, The Wanderings of the Israelites in the Wilderness. She flipped forward.The Journeys of Paul. She turned back a page. Palestine in New Testament Times.
She found Jerusalem easily, and Bethlehem should be northwest of it. There was Nazareth, where Mary and Joseph had started from, so Bethlehem had to be farther north.
It wasn"t there. She traced her finger over the towns, reading the tiny print. Cana, Kedesh, Jericho, but no Bethlehem. Which was ridiculous. It had to be there. She started down from the north, marking each of the towns with her finger.
When she finally found it, it wasn"t at all where it was supposed to be. Like them, she thought. It was south and a little west of Jerusalem, so close it couldn"t be more than a few miles from the city.
She looked down at the bottom of the page for the map scale, and there was an inset labeled "Mary and Joseph"s Journey to Bethlehem," with their route marked in broken red.
Nazareth was almost due north of Bethlehem, but they had gone east to the Jordan River, and then south along its banks. At Jericho they"d turned back west toward Jerusalem through an empty brown s.p.a.ce marked Judean Desert.
She wondered if that was where they had gotten lost, the donkey wandering off to find water and them going after it and losing the path. If it was, then the way back lay southwest, but the church didn"t have any doors that opened in that direction, and even if it did, they would open on a twentieth-century parking lot and snow, not on first-century Palestine.
How had they gotten here? There was nothing in the map to tell her what might have happened on their journey to cause this.
She put the dictionary back and pulled out the concordance.
There was a sound. A key, and somebody opening the door. She slapped the book shut, shoved it back into the bookcase, and went out into the hall. Reverend Farrison was standing at the door, looking scared. "Oh, Sharon," she said, putting her hand to her chest. "What are you still doing here? You scared me half to death."
That makes two of us, Sharon thought, her heart thumping. "I had to stay and practice," she said. "I told Rose I"d lock up. What are you doing here?"
"I got a call from the shelter," she said, opening the office door. "They got a call from us to pick up a homeless couple, but when they got here there was n.o.body outside."
She went in the office and looked behind the desk, in the corner next to the filing cabinets. "I was worried they got into the church," she said, coming out. "The last thing we need is someone vandalizing the church two days before Christmas." She shut the office door behind her. "Did you check all the doors?"
Yes, she thought, and none of them led anywhere. "Yes," she said. "They were all locked.
And anyway, I would have heard anybody trying to get in. I heard you."
Reverend Farrison opened the door to the furnace room. "They could have sneaked in and hidden when everyone was leaving." She looked in at the stacked folding chairs and then shut the door. She started down the hall toward the stairs.
"I checked the whole church," Sharon said, following her.
She stopped at the stairs, looking speculatively down the steps.