On Friday, she spilled a whole bottle of olive oil when she forgot to cap it properly. Her hand had knocked it over while reaching for a bouquet of eucalyptus, lavender and rosemary.

On Saturday, her water gourd broke when she lost her grip on it. It fell, shattered into four distinct pieces. The water it previously contained spilled everywhere.

On Sunday, she was on her way to the market when she stubbed her left big toe. She lost her balance, toppled over, and all her produce went helter skelter.

On Monday, she got hit in the head by a large ball of cabbage that some children were tossing around in a game of pass the vegetable.

On Tuesday, she leaned too close to the fire when making soup, and loose strands of her hair caught on fire.

She quickly put it out. But she was alarmed.

On Wednesday, she pricked her right index finger while stitching the loose hem on her favorite skirt.

Her mind was reeling.

On Thursday, she bit her lip and tongue while eating her dinner of lamb and potatoes.

She cried, “Lord Almighty, deliver me from the little afflictions of life!” as she sucked on the blood drawn.

When Friday came around again, her lover was crucified.