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Show "Is she i n t e r e s t e d in the Principle?" "Uh...I don't t h i n k . . . w e l l , everyone's interested, Daddy." How could I t e l l him t h a t I d i d n ' t know what she believed, and yet I trusted her. He probably wouldn't understand such intuitive judgements. "Uh. .her husband's great-grandfather was George Q. Cannon," I said as though that explained everything. George Q. Cannon had lived the P r i n c i p l e , as did a l l major Church authorities in the 18880's, but had l a t e r become ~-. ...;•-;;- the an early version of author of \ Manifesto. He nodded, catching the implication. John Taylor and others had cautioned that any Mormon who stood against the Principle would be damned. " S h e . . . s h e ' s trustworthy, Daddy." He said nothing, only cored his apple and speared a sliver into his mouth. "I..wanted to show her the white house. And the new house. If you wouldn't mind. She's very fair-minded. I'm sure she wouldn't make t r o u b l e ." He nodded at l a s t . "That will be fine." " I 'd love to have her meet you, Daddy." I knew I was manufacturing excuses to see him. "Could we come to the office Tuesday afternoon? She has a class - we could come by ^.30." He thought for a moment, munching. "I have forty patients on the books Tuesday. Monday would be b e t t e r ." " I ' l l see if she can come - bv.u.*, Wwpe hnaadu py±la nned on Tuesday. He nodded and kissed me2f-~opnZ ^t'h e ffoorreehneeaadu.. I l i f t e d my wet, soapy hands but caught shorJt . o„-f? -thuirvnniinnfgi: ^to embrace him with them. I watched him shuffled down the back waClk, stopping to greet my Becky. 7ft |