Jesus stood waiting for the woman's answer-
not looking past her, not laughing at her.
"Tell me what you need," he repeated, kindly,
"Come, what is it?"
"I don't need anything," she finally answered.
"I'm nothing but a ..."
She didn't know how to finish the sentence.
She hung her head. "It's nothing."
"Ah, you need a name," he said.
"I'll give you one: You-Are-Mine."