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Show All the Variables & Other Love Stories 144 Tuesday the Bishop told me come see him in his office next Sunday, there was something he'd have my ear about. I was an awful wreck that whole week, and Aunt Davina only made it worse with all her questions. I hardly thought, considering all the making out I'd done with Bishop Hearthway's wife, it could be a good thing. But Aunt Davina was convinced otherwise. She had it decided the Bishop wanted me to be the new First Councilor in the Priests Quorum. Sharlee, though, started with spreading it through the community I was getting disfellowshipped at best and excommunicated most likely, though for what she wouldn't say. She just threw about a lascivious glance and expected you'd already figured it out. Next time I came to the Bishop's house I found Sister Hearthway on all fours in the back grass. She'd taken her babies to her sister's for the afternoon and got sloppy with orange juice and vodka she'd stole from the state liquor store. She was in a miserable condition half wild with drink I fetched water and nursed her to a sitting position. She'd been moaning into the grass, adamant we hadn't committed the sins of fornication or adultery since if d been in the other place. A changed heart had her in such a state. She'd tossed through the night with serious prayer and could not be dissuaded of fear. She begged me to pray with her, which I done, especially since she kept slurring the Lord's name, mostly in vain, and laughed at her own petitions. She told me what we'd done was a mistake and now it was on us both to put the grievous thing to rights. The Bishop had found her loot in the garage. He finds out everything, it's the Lord's power in him, she was convinced. That's what he wanted to talk about on |