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Show Inside Out, 157 "I am a Mormon," she said. "Even though that book wasn't mine. I have one at home. But I hadn't read it for a while-before that day. I just picked it up again at the office." "I hope this doesn't sound weird," I said, "But you don't seem like the other Mormons around here." She chuckled a little. "You mean I don't dress like they do?" I smiled. "Yeah. Something like that." "Well, I'm not exactly your typical Mormon," she said. "No, I guess not," I said. We were quiet for a few minutes. I wondered if I dared to ask her why she had been at the doctor's that day. Maybe not. A lady got on the bus with a teenage kid. He was kind of odd-looking and I wondered if there was something wrong with him. He was wearing really shabby clothes and he kind of cringed behind his mom. She was really loud and had bad teeth. I wondered if they were homeless. The kid looked like he was about our age. He made me think of Joseph. "What does your religion say about life after death?" I asked. Terra sighed and picked at a scratch on the seat back in front of her. "Well, they say that when people die, their spirits leave their bodies, but someday they will come alive again, with everyone, at the end of the world." "Where do the spirits go while they're waiting?" I asked. "I'm not really sure," she said. "They call it the Spirit World. Some people think it is all around us." |