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Show 13 troubles in Tmth and Consequence and her stealing all kinds of fantastic goods. Her giggle dried up. She was a long time very quiet and ignored all my attempts to jolly her. "I'm a bad person," she said. "I'm a bad wife and a bad Latter-Day Saint." "No," I told her, but she couldn't be convinced. Her testimony of the Lord's plan of eternal salvation was in sorry states again, just like when she was a girl. She told me she knew full well the Church was tme and she had no desire to dispute it, but just the same she didn't care no more. Being bom to the tmth had robbed her of the illusion of natural life, which made her sad since the illusion seemed so much more beautiful than the tmth. She couldn't understand why God would make it so. "I wish I could say swear words without feeling so guilty," she admitted. "I've only had two boyfriends in my whole life. I've never been to a rock concert. I've never been drunk. Just one time I wish I could get drunk and be more worried about my liver than my salvation." "That's a predicament," I admitted but insisted she had to do what the spirit told her, and if the spirit told her to go to a rock concert and drink like a wino who'm I to judge. I wouldn't think low of her, just like she didn't think low of me even though Sharlee had made it common knowledge I had a problem with keeping my hands off myself. She stared at me a good instant shocked. She started giggling and that turned to outright laughter. "You promise?" "Cross my heart," I said, and I was glad cause she was back in fine spirits. But being a bishop's wife is a mean job and soon the sorrow was back in her, and there were babies to wake and feed, and laundry to starch, press, and hang, and floors to scmb. And after that dinner had to be started and snacks given and Sister Hearthway would have to |
