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Show house/ 403 "Oh, Brian, don't worry about i t . I can always make payments." The proposal embarrassed both of us. I bit my l i p . "I don't like you working," he said, predictably.vEven with your have to pay for scholarship, y o u ' l l A books, and now the apartment." He paused. "You know what I think you ought to do? Move home while I'm overseas. I t ' d be b e t t e r for everyone." The thought unsetlled me. " I . . . I can't do t h a t , Brian. I t ' s true, my folks haven't said anything about us. I suppose they believe I'm l i v i n g with a g i r l f r i e n d , but I'm not sure. And i f my dad knew about us, he'd disown me - if he hasn't already." "Come on. He's your father. He wouldn't turn you away - not after putting up with you t h i s long." He grinned and sucked his teeth. "Brian, you don't know. I t ' s bad enough that we a r e n ' t going to l i v e . . . h i s way. He could probably t e l l just by looking at you that you a r e n ' t the right material for. . . .plural marriage." He smiled wryly. "Is that so bad?" His eyes teased into the whorls of my confusion. "How do you know I'm not the right material?" I laughed shortly, dryly-. "You a r e n ' t even a good Mormon." I pointed at the pack of cigarettes on the dresser. Since he had joined the Marine Corps, he had adopted the habit in earnest. "Hmmm. Well, maybe I could do something about i t. And I could arrange to have someone on the side. Send her a piece of my great big paycheck. But you'd always be f i r st in my h e a r t . " He took my arm, grinning, trying to pull me down beside him. |