It was weeks after the buzz, enough time for most to get back to doing whatever it was they were doing before he up and walked away from death. It was also enough time for his sisters to quietly regret the whole shebang because their brother was not simply back but different. He didn’t give a flying fig about his old life. So he gathered his things and wordlessly moved out, leasing a modest place in Jerusalem but spending most of his time on the road frequenting taverns and reading the classics, things he had always dreamed of doing. Those who knew yesterday’s version didn’t get it; they couldn’t (or quite possibly even refused to) consider his tomb was really crampy Bethany and those two smothering sisters. No, Lazarus was a new creation by god and he intended to live hard until he died, again.