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Show xn my f a t h e r ' s house/ 269 ways of the Lord." Saul swallowed and stared at my mother's new carpet. My father waited for him to speak, but he said nothing, the muscle in his cheek pulsing, sending code. "When I was a young man, I practically supported my father's family," my father stated. "He was sick with rheumatism and he had heart-trouble. For awhile I was the only steady source of income for our family of eleven. And you boys think it's an imposition to pay board and room to your mother!" Still Saul said nothing. He was probably remembering the trouble between him and my father over the draft. While supporting my mother, Saul ran out of money and quit school for a quarter to work full time. Almost immediately, he received notice to appear at the induction center. Saul composed a letter, explaining that his father lived plural marriage and that he, Saul, had been required to financially support his mother. But my father had refused to sign the document. "It incriminates all of us, son. Can't you see how this letter, sent to the federal government, would jeopardize my freedom - and your mother's as well? You know, they're trying to push a bill through the Utah Senate that would penalize plural wives as severely as the patriarchs themselves!" Saul had nodded. "But they would keep it confidential, Daddy. It's illegal to reveal confidential information, even among government houses." My father shook his head. "Nonetheless, it incriminates you as well because it isn't true. You haven't been the sole |