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Show ^ 7< mother's house to look for him. "Would she t e l l them where you are?" "I don't know." He s t a r e d at the r a i n . "I don't know." I sighed a deep, shuddering sob. "Anyway, I c a n ' t hide out at your p a r e n t s ' place. I couldn't bear to have them come for me and lock me i n cuffs in front of you and your mother." "Would they do t h a t ? Treat you l i k e a criminal?" Brian moaned. "Don't you see, I am a criminal! A d e s e r t e r. A coward." "Then we have to decide. By tomorrow." He nodded. "Let's t a l k to my f a t h e r . Maybe he would help us get to Canada. He used to l i v e t h e r e . I think we s t i l l have some relatives in Alberta. "A l o t of polygamists moved there after the Manifesto was signed. My g r a n d f a t h e r always wanted to live there; he thought h e ' d find h i s own kind t h e r e , I guess." The parallel s excited me. The Mormon polygamists had fled the United States to l i v e what they believed without breaking the law of the land. Why c o u l d n ' t Brian and I do the same? Brian shook h i s head defeatedly. "It i s n ' t your f a t h e r 's Problem, i t ' s mine." "Ours. I t ' s o u r s . " I began to cry again, my voice grating against raw places in my t h r o a t . It seemed t h a t I had cried for months. "Sometimes people have to reach out for help. Sometimes.. .you have to take a l e a p . Lover's leap, you know?" i t r i e d to joke away my t e a r s but i t was no use. "l don't want to ask him for help e i t h e r , b u t . . . " J-^Z' 'J:^j"._^. ,.., \ Brian put a hand to my l i p s . "Listen to me. I don't^ , . . _ , . , ^ ^ want your f a t h e r ta^jfa2iAnteJ.3£Ou.'ve married a coward. Oh, I know..." |