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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 204 of 307 "Ahem." It was my dad from the other side of the bed. I looked at him and he flashed his eyes toward Bishop Taylor. Oh, I had forgotten an introduction. I wasn't perfect. Well shame on me. I wasn't related to him either. "And this is Bishop Taylor," I said to Sarah. She held her hand across the bed, "Nice to meet you. How thoughtful of you to come so far." I'm sure that my mother thought Sarah was very well mannered. "Nephi is very special to me. I'm hoping he will become the Young Men president when we get him back to Mount Pleasant." He smiled. I smiled. Sarah smiled. We all smiled. Sarah looked at me. "Wow, you look like a calico cat." "That bad, huh?" "It's not too bad, Nephi. Your lower lip is swollen. I'll bet you're really cute when you pout." "I never pout." "Oh, I wouldn't say that." My mom. "Is he a pouter, Mrs. Allred?" "Well, he was when he was a boy. His grandma used to tell him a bird would land on his lower lip and poop on his chin." |
