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Show 7 If unspeakable inevitable? He was gazing at his shoes, feet a l i t t l e farther apart now that he was older, searching a new balance. But s t i l l he walked quickly everywhere he went, he shoes pointed straight ahead, always in a hurry. The office was emptying now. If I left, perhaps he could grab some lunch or a nap. I moved toward the door of the waiting room. "I've t r i e d , " he was saying. k I started. Tried what? Was^commenting on his failure with me? I didn't want him to speak of it, didn't want him to abdicate his strength. Then I remembered - we had been talking about his patients and followers. "I've tried to find someone to take my place. In the Lord's work, everything is already organized. Arthur will take over my priesthood responsibilities. But here..." He gestured. "I've tried. Two doctors have been brought in and trained to take over my practice. Once I thought about retiring, of devoting my aeod cO>c7cns last years to the Lord alone. But the17 A had something else in mind. Even though we agreed about' the Principle, they wanted to raise my prices or change the philosophy of doctoring. % patients can't afford that." I shivered, although the office was warm. We were talking about his death as though it could happen anytime - today, tomorrow. I wasn't ready for it. He kissed my children resoundingly and held each for a moment, murmuring endearments. Then he turned to jne and looked into my eyes. "Don't worry, dear. The Lord will find a way." We left slowly, reluctantly, stepping from the dark office into the bright sunlight like - = = = ^ sleepers pushed into waking. |