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Show house/ 424 I did not mention our invitation to Brian for awhile. I new I was being cowardly, although I was unsure of my fears. ; thought of Lehi, father of Nephi - hero of The Book of Mormon-- /ho sailed away in a small boat just before the destruction of ferusalem's temple, -z~ He had not been afraid to do ;he Lord's bidding, herding his entire family into a boat and striking out for a new world, a place prophesied to be another 2ion - a new promised land. But Lehi was like my father, a man dthout fear?for he knew the Lord. He had sailed by faith and the benefice of a divinely-delivered compass - the Liahona. The diamond on my hand held no such power; it was only a distraction, a cold prism splinCtering light into only hope, fragile color*. And yet it represented my A holding .my gaze as I worried for our future, my only future. I waited until evening when laughter and lamplight brought a rosy glow to Brian's face. I expected anything: shouting, harrassment, even tears. I did not expect him to simply nod and say 'all right' but he did, and I had to force my mouth to close. "Really, Brian? No qualms?" He shrugged. "They're my family too, right? And it's better than no Thanksgiving at all. We certainly can't go to my mother's." I brought out my last, hidden card, and set it down cautiously. "I could, you know...cook something...here," I said so softly I could barely hear myself. He shook his head and I suppressed my sigh of relief. Ml |