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Show ieOio for our own souls. I t ' s presumtuous - - even blasphemous - to think anything e l s e ! " And I won't be damned for what Brian does, I reminded myself. Nor for whatever he did in Vietnam. The realization cancelled out any thoughts about the special premises of patrarchal cultures - or whatever. We each had our own consciences to appease, our own missions to f u l f i l l, our own moment with our Maker- $UP t h i s woman, a newcomer to Mormonism, V^fl^tcapitalized on the code of Patriarchal responsibility and had used i t to achieve her own ends. "What-s she l i k e ? " Suddenly I wanted to know more about this woman who had circumvented my f a t h e r ' s resolution against divorced women and h i s dedication to his other wives. He had become no b e t t e r than the man who had married his Karen , and she had manipulated him into the position of self-contradiction by using his own ground-rules, the Gospel. "She's t a l l and a t t r a c t i v e - i f she'd dress more t a s t e f u l l y. She has long s t r a i g h t h a i r and/features and she'd be quite pretty if - oh, she has some strange h a b i t s . She's worldly. She wears beads and headbands and outlandish clothing." "Like I used to wear?" I asked, grinning. "Well, more l i k e these h i p p i e s ." "Like Brian, for instance?" Until recently, Brian's hair had reached to his shoulders and he had worn patched jeans. Now he had cut i t because he was looking for a b e t t e r job. S t i l l, there was no mistaking the overall message of his appearance: Free S p i r i t , it" said. My mother was befuddled. "I d i d n ' t mean..." " I t ' s ok, Mama. What else?" "She p a i n t s and makes p o t t e r y . One day I went to your daddy's office for a treatment and she had taken down the |