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Show in my father's house/ 270 supporter of your mother, so your excuse is invalid. Your problem, son, is that you don't budget your earnings." Saul's voice had cracked, his fists clenching, unclenching. "This is all beside the point. How will you feel if I'm drafted? There's a war brewing in Southeast Asia." My father clasped his hands and leaned forward. "We will have to leave it in the hands of the Lord; His will be done." We had prayed fervently that Saul would not be drafted, and as it turned out, he was classified 4-A thanks to his old bullet wound. We had ;breathed our thanks then, hoping the trouble was over. But Saul felt my father had failed him when he needed him most. Now Saul looked up from my mother's new carpet and met my father's eyes. "Can't we compromise, Daddy?" My father's mouth tightened. "Compromise! You sound like your mother. Can't you see that there is no compromising? I am over-extended myself. If you boys can't find a way to pay your board and room, then you don't need to live here." "I can live more cheaply by myself," Saul muttered. "So be it." My father left the room and sat at the kitchen table, shuffling cards for solitaire. One week later Saul moved into an apartment near the university. Jake and Danny had also gone against my father's advice, returning to Nevada so Jake could court his girlfriend and Danny could finish high school. My father complained that the boys were deserting their responsibilities to the family and their priesthood duties as well. When we met for family home evening, |