The Peacock 1871

Does this remind you of anything?" he says playfully to his mother "I am hoping that others be similarly reminded, my lord." "The wedding feast at Cana of Galilee", blurts Jennifer  Her greying blonde hair is already beginning to loosen from the tight bun she has wound it in and now the light captured in her loose strands of hair grant her a messy sort of transfigured appearance. "But", says Maureen softly and slowly, "But you don't look like Jesus." "And how are you going to know, my love, how I am going to look?  Surely you have seen recent photos." "No one knows for sure just what Jesus looked like" says Jennifer, producing her smartphone.  She tries to turn it on.  Then tries again and again, pressing each time harder until I am afraid it is going to come shooting out of her hand. Our lord with a gentle smile says as he lifts his fluted glass of wine to his lips.  There is nothing wrong with your phone, Jennifer.  But, we do not have wifi here."