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Show house/ 427 I talked on, my voice foolish and scared. "There's Aunt ]erdar she's the oldest, and Aunt Helga - my mother's twin, md Aunt3aJah " " y o u ' l l like her, and AuntElsa, the youngest." [ticked them off on my fingers. "Let's see, is that all? jmn-fc Racheldied of a heart attack a f t e r having t h i r t e e n children -- LaVona no wonder - and Aunt left the family because she had more faith in the other group, the one in Short Creek. So with my mother - you know her - t h a t ' s a l l of them. As far as I know. And the children, l e t ' s see, we could s t a r t with Aunt Rachel's - her son's the oldest. There's My^ron and Ellen and " Renae and Annette..." "No!" Brian interrupted. "I don't want to hear a l l their names! I can't remember f i f t y names at once, especially with no faces to stick them on." I hung my head and began to sob. "Now what's wrong?" Brian was open-mouthed and angry. As he gawked, the car began to veer across the road. "Drive!" I screamed and sobbed harder. But I wanted to tell him to turn around. How could I ever endure the convergence of my separate l i v e s , like two great rivers joining into a tiny channel - me. We came suddenly upon the buildings, and I was s i l e n t , echoes falling through my head. The garage had been b u i l t while we were in Nevada to camouflage the religious meetings of our group. Long tables had been set up, along with the folding chairs reserved for ^ church meetings. The hymn books, a collection of oldAsongs, along with the newer^=-book of ==-Mo-rmon chorale^^s^were packed.in a ^ ^ ^ ta^rng my f a t h e r ' s name stamped |