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Show 312 we have to go through the missionary bit once a day." " I t happens to be true," he said. 'T'm not saying I like i t . I'm just saying I happen to believe i t ." "So do I , " she said. "No, I really do. Listen, I don't have any trouble with the gold plates and the angels and stuff. But you're only human, for God's sake. Can't you believe i t and s t i l l be normal?" "That doesn't define the issue correctly," he said. "I'm not saying we won't do i t any more. I'm just saying we need to understand exactly what i t means." "Do that some more," she said. "I mean I feel like T've just jumped off a roof," he said. "I haven't been feeling well for the last few months anyway, and this isn't helping any." "Up a l i t t l e higher," she said. "In fact I've been feeling rotten," he said. "Like I had cancer or something." He was a half hour late getting to Elder Beyer's apartment, and he was exquisitely conscious of the odors he was carrying and hoped the district president would not recognize them. The d.p. was, incidentally, displeased at his lateness, and had had to telephone the family they were scheduled to v i s i t to say they would be late. Lorin had never much liked Elder Beyer anyway. And the next day Sorenson was home. I t got d i f f i c u l t after that. For the f i r s t day or two Sorenson was s t i l l too weak to resume tracting, and Lorin was all solicitude and helpfulness. While his companion sat propped up in bed looking pinker but s t i l l ghastly, Lortn tidied the writing table, polished the windows, scoured the bathtub and wash basin, borrowed Mrs. Green's vacuum and bunged out |
