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Show 326 that i t was only Richard. Richard's voice was pitched a perfect f i f t h higher than usual. "I just want to t e l l you, Elder Hood, that you are a malicious person, a hypocrite, and a coward. I don't hate you, because you can't help what you are. I feel sorry for Elder Sorenson because he had to be with you so much of the time. I don't want to say anything else but I just wanted you to know what I thought of you and that you are so l i t t l e a person that I don't even feel threatened by you." He hung up. It sounded to Lorin as though he had been reading from notes. * * * * * * He was sitting in an underground room in the temple. The walls were white but dirty, the paint having chipped in places, and there were finger marks and scuff marks from heels all over it; plaster dust lay in the corners. A white curtain hung down one wall. Folding chairs lined the other walls, several of them occupied by people he knew. Sorenson, for instance, sat in one across the room from him, talking to a girl Lorin assumed was the bitchy girl friend from Dallas, except that she did not look like the picture he had seen. A few chairs away he saw Dave Chalmers seated between Sally McCormick and Karen Moellner,three friends from his ward when he had been in high school. Dave was leaning back, his fingers laced behind his head, an ankle crossed comfortably over a knee, his jacket open. He wore a narrow black knit tie. The two girls were leaning forward, talking to each other across him. Larry Peterson, who had been his deacons' quorum advisor, was standing by the blackboard, leaning a hand on the chalk tray, the other hand on his hip, the skirt of his jacket pulled back. He was listening to a discussion between Elder Zaret and Gloriana, who had |
