You don't have a choice, Joseph. If you don't go the Romans will confiscate your house and your precious tools. Just try to carve a yoke with your fingernails. If we give into those foreign tyrants now they'll just be back for more money. She'd be all right.
Nobody says the women have to go.
Joseph brushed the woodchips aside and motioned for his cousin to sit down. The carpenter spoke in a low but earnest voice. Mary's aunt has made life miserable for her ever since she found out Mary was pregnant. Some people were willing to let it go. Not just your wife.