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Show "How i s a Mormon woman supposed to take responsibility when in every way she i s subject to the will of her husband and the Priesthood?" He sprang up from the table and strode into the livingroom. My eyes stung and my heart pounded. I had offended him with my question! Nothing had changed - I was s t i l l audacious and insolent - I was s t i l l a hussy in his eyes. But not within. I knew that I was not a hussy. I had proven i t to myself. My father returned with a green book in his hand. It was new - i t must be the book that my mother had told me about, a compilation of writings about the Principle. "In the Celestial Kingdom, a woman's place is one of queenhood. There she may reign in s p i r i t u a l majesty from her noble pedestal, protected by her husband and the divine authority of the Priesthood with the assurance that in the day of resurrection shes shall be awakened from the sleep of death in full glory." I could say nothing when he finished reading. It The doctrine dictated submission, for my mother, forme, was a point of view, inarguable. A I nodded, althougn i felt suddenly trapped by my swelling, weighted figure and by the close summer heat of my mother's kitchen. "Ervil LeBaron has been released from prison," he announced suddenly. "You mean i n Mexico? He's only been in prison for about six months, hasn't he? That's not very long to serve for the murder of one's brother-" My f a t h e r ' s tight smile withered. "Vengeance belongs to the Lord." My mother had come into the room and she said, "They say |
