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Show 26 in it, but he was afraid she might think he was back on the bad acoustics again and didn't have anything else to talk about. It occurred to him that it wouldn't hurt if she knew he was active in the Church even though he swore a lot sometimes. They went to different wards and she had never seen him bless the sacrament. There was a story he could tell her about visiting the home of a very active family in his ward with his ward-teaching companion and finding the front room reeking with cigarette smoke while the wife nervously asked them to sit down and a few minutes later the husband came in looking guilty and sucking a life saver. It wouldn't be hard to let her know how disappointed he had been, though he wouldn't mention the family's name since she might know them, but he wasn't sure how to bring it up. He was thinking over possible associations when the music stopped and she let go of his hand. "I'm a little tired, Lorin," she said. "Do you mind if I go sit down awhile?" "Of course not," he said. He followed her to a double row of folding chairs that had been set up next to a folding screen in front of the fire exit. He nodded to John Leflang, who was sitting with Gail Denny on the end of the second row. Lorin would not have minded joining them, but Donna walked past them and sat down near the opposite end of the first row, a couple of seats away from Mr. Dickerhoff and his wife. Lorin sat next to her and racked his brain for a way to bring up his testimony. He watched her out of the corner of his eye. She was sitting stiffly, holding her small flat purse with both hands in her lap. It occurred to him that she was uncomfortable. "Would you like some punch?" he asked. "How much is it?" she asked. |
