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Show 55 have given a great deal to know that they were not parked in a hidden turnoff in Memory Grove, the windows of Steve's parents' Buick slowly fogging up as Steve put his tongue in her ear, and Melanie, her curiosity sharpened from Lorin's indiscretion, remained motionless with her eyes closed while Steve's hand crept along her shoulder. "Ask it if it can enter anything it wants," Linda said. She was peering over Judy's head, and Lorin noticed she had managed to move away from him just far enough that a pair of feet had moved between her feet and his from behind. He glanced back and nodded to Chet Smith, whom he hadn't seen come in. "It says no," Karen said. "Of course not," Dale said. "There's too much priesthood in the room. I told you." "I'll bet that's true, you guys," Sally said. Lorin felt a certain quiet satisfaction in noting that he was closer to the board than Dale was. He closed his eyes for an instant and formulated as sharp a mental picture as he could of the sacrament table in his ward, the white cloth on which were set out the glittering chrome-plated trays of white bread to be broken up by himself and the other priest, the crisp white paper cups of water tucked into the holes of their chrome-plated trays. He ran through the first few lines of the blessing on the bread hut couldn't remember what came after "to the souls of all those who partake of it," since you always read it from a card and didn't have to memorize it. The picture was not as distinct as he could have wished- the fogged windows in Steve's car kept interfering-but he suspected he was helping to jam the signals more than Dale was. "Ask it what it wants to enter," Marilyn said. |