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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 74 of 307 Such shocks are frequent in my church: Bishops get caught buggering the boyscout troop. Stake Presidents get caught, by the FBI crossing state lines., to cavort with the fourteen year old they have been wooing online and the most common shock is of course the neighborman and the neighborlady comingling in the closets, sometimes of the church building itself. Well, there is a little crying in the hallways, some shared condemnation and slowly everything blows over like nothing ever happened. But for me, Julia's betrayal was like the dawning of a new day. I read through all of her letters again one last time before I burned each one in a campfire on my last solo sleepout. Boo hoo. How Negated Nephi cried and cried. Up floated her lies in chard crisps to the winds. How she had loved me. How she had wished we had kissed. How happy we would have been. How her heart had ached to see me. How she would have loved me through time and all eternity. How. How. How. Kemosabi, you must quit saying how. It was hardly a sleepout for the boo hoo boy who could not sleep. Finally the sun shot up above the eastern mountain ridge and I was free because I learned from Julia what I had been missing all along: we do what we're supposed to do. Julia was supposed to marry an RM. It didn't matter that it was not me. |
