Eve sighed. Adam watched her face—she was adjusting her argument.
“I’m afraid he thinks we’ll tell them to wait longer,” she said, “to continue to pray. I think it’s beyond that. You need to tell him to stand before us and pledge himself to Lilith before he lies with her. They may have already done it. You didn’t see them kissing.”
“I want him to come to me,” Adam said. “He needs to reveal his intentions. He needs to talk to us about marrying Lilith. It’s the right thing to do.”
“He feels insecure about it. I’m sure that’s why he took the verbal swing at Abel.”
“That doesn’t matter. He should do what’s right.”
“Eve, he needs to come to me. And we do need to pray about it.”
Eve nodded. Adam’s inflexibility and uncertainty showed in the set of his jaw. He really did need to pray or his mind wouldn’t be able to embrace the idea. He continued to look seriously into her eyes; she could tell he felt unsettled.
Finally, he turned his back toward her and lay down—she doubted he would sleep. Judith’s little mouth released her nursing hold. She was done suckling. Gently, Eve positioned her against the wall and rolled away from Adam.
Discouragement washed over her. She was making no headway. She couldn’t make him see the humanity of their son—his confusion, his uncertainty, his fears. There was this rivalry always between them, father and son. Who would end up on top? Who would win?
Why couldn’t there be unity?
She knew exactly why. It began the day they ate the forbidden fruit. She would always regret what they had done and the consequences it had brought. She wondered which one of their children would crush the serpent’s head and put an end to sin and conflict. Would it be Cain? Would it be Abel? Perhaps another of their offspring? She longed for that day.
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