rebecca d. bruner

A desperate husband, a stunning wife, a perilous promise:
“Please tell everyone that you are my sister.”

Abram bowed low before Pharaoh’s throne. “We beg your Eminence to show the hospitality of Egypt to us humble shepherds.”
“And what do you offer me in return?”
“Simply name what you desire, and it will be yours.”
“I hear that there is a woman among your people who has the face of a goddess. Bring her forward.”
My whole body was quaking as Abram led me from the shadows to the Pharaoh.
“Remember your promise, my sister. My life surely depends upon it,” he whispered.
My heart was in my throat. I wanted to scream and run. I looked at my husband, my eyes pleading that he relent and tell Pharaoh the truth, but he would not look me in the face.