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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 182 of 307 Jenna was twelve. They never did it to Nauvoo. Nauvoo always promised me that she would run for help but inevitably got caught up in some T.V. program. Sometimes I would run to her crying after one of the assaults and ask her why she hadn't told mom. Nauvoo would tell me that mom had said, "That's nice dear." I learned later that mom started taking prescription medication for depression after her third child and never stopped. It made her kind of checked out. Can't drink coffee or booze but you can pop all the prescribed pills you can get your hands on. Hail Utah, land of prescription anti-depressants and great hive of sibling abuse. Rape statistics well higher than the national average. Our family always had a needle point on the wall that read: We Can Be A Family Forever. Kate and Janna had tried to justify their treatment of me by telling me that the very same thing had been done to them. "Or worse." Right. I was never too impressed with this and would demand an apology. Here is the standard Allred apology: "Get over it." Followed by "Oh, grow up." Bishop Taylor had started having extreme interviews with Nauvoo when she was fourteen; she tried to tell people. She tried to tell me. I never even listened. I couldn't. It was impossible. It was impossible. He had been called to be Bishop. How could he hurt her or touch her like that? No, she was lying. |