Jesus had already told them to cross to the other shore.
One man was in the boat. Another stood in the water, holding it close while the others came aboard. The crowd was loosening reluctantly. People who had waited to speak were trying to ask their questions over one another.
I had spent the afternoon listening.
I was a scribe. Usually, when someone spoke about the scriptures, I knew where to question him. With Jesus, I kept finding that the question I had prepared was smaller than what he was saying.
Now he was leaving.