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Show 59s cooking supper in a clean house, caring for my Becky when I dragged myself home from a wrenching day of school-teaching. But instead, I came home to a fusty, cluttered house after I picked up Becky at the nursery school which smelled continually of urine and and the noisome odor of too many children in a building, unhappily crowded together, neglected and overlooked. Although Brian frequently missed classes and work, he did nothing to organize our household. To him, it was 'woman's work.' I hadn't got around to asking him what, then, 'man's work' might be. Suddenly Alec Joseph's wives seemed very fortunate, and the wives of men in the group - good, predictable men with steady incomes and hard-working, moral habits - seemed luckier still. "So Alec and his wives just live together?" I thought of Brian and me, trying to legitimize our own 'marriage of hearts' - what a pathetic melodrama that seemed now. I wondered if our marriage would have fared any better had we been married in the temple or sealed by my father. I was certain that it would have helped. Then, at least, I would have something specific to complain about, some clear abridgement of the rules after to throw at t him.as he walked away from my anger or pleading. My mother nodded, her head bending deeply, her face flushed "That's what it boils down to "she said, as if with shame for them. What would she say if she knew tne real story about Brian and me? I could not afford the luxury of passing judgement on Alec Joseph, but I could see the confusion he would breed among the group-members. My father, as the leader, would have to take a clear stand against him in order to preserve the morality of the group. Just as he had taken |
