Three close friends. All about the same age. Close on every level. Some people couldn’t tell them apart even though they were decidedly unique. They lived together in a secluded house with access to the larger community. However, there was a hitch in their life of contentment.
It was a brief stop along the road from Capernium to Bet She’an. I happened to be riding a tour bus, but the encounter could have happened centuries earlier. The journey was a bit long and it was decided a stop for something to eat and to relieve ourselves would be helpful.