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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 283 of 307 "Nephi? What? What are you doing?" "I'm praying." "I hope you are praying for the serenity to accept the things you cannot change because I've made up my mind." "About what, Steve? I'm not eight. You can't just tell me to come home. You're not even my dad." "And thank God for that." "I'm going to find her." "Not with any help from me." "You wouldn't stop helping me." I said. "I would and I am." "Why?" "Nephi, you've got to grow up. This is the real world. See it my way. If I help you find her, I'm slitting my own throat. I'm sorry. I don't trust you to keep what has happened secret." "I will." "I'm not calling you stupid, Nephi. But I just don't think I can safely guide you to her. It's enough enough that I know where she is. When you get back here I'll have a nice cashiers check with the bonus for all the work you've done." "Hmm. So now I have to come home to get paid? Can't you just deposit it for me?" "No. You see, I fell. Cut my fingers. Can't use the mouse. Ouch." |