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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 257 of 307 life. I was holding a gun on a man who also held a gun on me. If I was a coward this seemed like the best time to confess it. "Nephi, you've got good parents." Cox was talking to me in the darkness. He was just a silhouette among the dim outlines of cables and cabin cruisers. "I'm sure yours are nice too. Do you want to play cards or something? Are you just following me because you want to get to know me better?" "No. I want to talk to you about family." I thought about reminding him that all he knew about family was how to terrorize one but taunting him could wait. "Tell me." "You know families are forever, right?" Wow. Two men, two guns, one dock, sixty feet of wood left before the drink and now he wants to get all religious on me. It made a perverse kind of sense. My church is filled with control freaks. As a matter of fact that seems to be the whole point. From the moment you are born there is a place for you to be. Under two years old, you'll be in the nursery. Over two, you'll be in primary. Over six, well, the girls go into Beehives then Mia Maids, then Laurels. The boys go into Deacons, Teachers and on and on it goes. A place for everyone and everyone in their place. Cox seemed a little confused. He didn't know where I was going. And I confess that neither did I. My own inability to act turned out to be an asset in this situation. |