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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 79 of 307 When Meg's friends saw me, they smiled; they almost curtsied like they were in a Victorian play and vanished. Yes. It all came hammering into ignorant Nephi's noggin. A Victorian play. That's all this was. I was the suitor in my Sunday best with my hair slicked down. This sucked. I made every effort not to sound Victorian. "Hey Meg." "Hi, Nephi." I knew some time needed to be burned here for my audience a half block away down the hallway. The rest of the ward simply pushed on by ignoring that what was prophesied was coming to pass. Nephi was talking to Meg in the hallowed halls of the church building. They would not be married here. No. These two virgins well into their twenties would be married at the Manti Temple. Thankfully my parent's are in another ward or they would have started naming their grandchildren on the spot. "Remember you were telling me about how you wanted to find some bongos?" "Oh, yeah. I played some in Salt Lake City. They're fun. I think I want to get some but they don't have any around here." This is a common sentiment in Sanpete. There are many things that cannot be bought here and so people go without these things like they are Soviet Goodies that cannot get over the Iron Curtain. |