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Show All the Variables & Other Love Stories 126 The Bishop's Celestial Wife To all those who judge without even knowing me, I say hold it, hear me out, I got a side too, and Bishop Hearthway is prejudiced against me for obvious reasons I don't blame him for, but, anyway, I deserve to speak up. What my relations are with Sister Hearthway is complicated, and you'll see once you know facts from hearsay. Unfortunate for me no one wants to listen, so my final recourse is just to tell it like it happened and hope someone down the line cares enough to learn. Alls I can do is keep faith in that. Mom and Dad divorced two years ago, and it's understandable it messed with my mind. So I got in trouble, drugs and girls a little bit; it wasn't too bad, but Mom got paranoid and fearful and determined the best thing for me would be a dose of decent folks and religion and so forth. Beings she was in no straights to provide, she sent me up to Ogden to live with her sister Aunt Davina, Uncle Boss, and my cousin Sharlee who I hate. I was baptized Latter-Day Saint, but Mom and Dad weren't regular with it, and I strayed. But I got to say, with Aunt Davina and Uncle Boss I went to Sunday school and learned about Jesus and Brother Joseph, Nephites and Lamanites, and the early Saints making their pilgrimage to the desert, and I really felt the Holy Ghost there for a while. Then I got to pondering so much paradox and the nature of the still small spirit of the Lord. I determined it wasn't anything but my taste for dramatic emotions taking advantage, the same as with a tragical play or movie, and it was a mistake to prescribe the feeling to the Lord; it was just sympathy for human suffering. I thought this a long while |