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Show house/ 387 "Brian! You threatened to burn the school down?" He nodded. "But you wouldn't have really done it." "Oh yes I would have. I've had enough broken promises. The frustration is breaking me in two." I bowed my head. I knew that I was part of the frustration, if not the majorrsource of it. Brian had talked repeatedly of getting married soon after my eighteenth birthday - just a couple of weeks away. But I avoided the topic assiduously. It wasn't that the idea of marriage still repulsed me as it once had. My brothers were now married, each of them living their own lives, leaving me in the awesome and most uncomfortable position as the oldest in my mother's rebellious little family. Saul had married a good Mormon girl he had met while teaching art in Oregon. She seemed perfect for him, and I liked her instantly. She reflected a fine sense of balance artisitic ability (being a gifted musician) and athletic inclination. She radiated wholesomeness but was free-spirited enough to allow Saul his divergent thoughts and conclusions. Danny had 'bested' Saul - at least, by my parents' standards by marrying a Salt Lake girl in the Mormon temple. That was something Saul openly refused to do until he had gained a sure testimony. The two were married within months of Saul and his bride, almost as though there was some kind of contest afoot. Jake and Maria now had two beautiful brown-eyed blond children - a girl and a boy. Whenever they visited I was touched deeply by these little miracles that had not been part |
