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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 23 of 307 "Look." He was steamed. "We better just leave the religious discussion out there in the dirt or we can't work together. I will try to be civil about it but that's about all I can manage." I sipped the coffee and smiled at him. I didn't know what his big bad button was with regards to the Church That Shall Not Be Named but it was not my job to find out. And as a matter of fact, I could not tell him that I was certainly not the poster child for my church. I was standing there in front of him drinking coffee, which in my own twisted thinking I had to refer to as Detective Drink so that I could tell my bishop in six months that I had kept the Word of Wisdom. It was a stupid game but it was a game that members of my family had been playing for six generations, or ten according to some. It didn't matter. I was an Allred and Allreds do not leave the church. This is what my grandmother had told me. She said it to me after I got home from my mission. She knew from just looking at me that I had changed. "No problem." I said. "I didn't even bring it up." "Yeah you did," he almost seem to spit. "You guys are all masters of double-think. 'If you think calling coffee Detetective Drink is going to keep you temple worthy, that's fine, but leave me out of it. I've had to investigate too many of you that managed to come up with some pretty disgusting and self-serving definitions for loving your children. I'll say this with a |