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Show 53 "Huh?" "No wonder it can't answer anything straight," Dale said. "There's too much priesthood in the room. I just thought of that." "I wonder if that's right," Sally said. Several people whom Lorin didn't know appeared in the doorway eating cake with plastic forks from paper plates. "We just got here," said one of them, a red-haired girl who was a little too thick around the middle for Lorin's tastes, though she was not bad looking, "and we're going to finish all the cake before you get to it." "Sure it is," Dale said. "Look. There's me. There's Dave. There's Bill and Kent and Mark." He looked behind him. "Bless my soul, there's even old Bert. How are you, old Bert?" He reached between Mark and Virginia to shake hands with one of the young men in the doorway, who nearly dropped his plastic fork changing hands. "That board hasn't got a chance with old Bert here." "What?" said Bert. Lorin was a little annoyed that Dale had not included him among the priesthood holders, but he might have been thinking only of elders. That made him feel better until he remembered that Kent was only a priest too. It was true that Kent was closer to the board than Lorin was, and that probably made a difference. "Drat you, ouija board," Karen said. "Let's see you make it levitate, Karen," said the red-haired girl, licking the back of her fork. Lorin guessed that she must be Karen's cousin from Ogden. Karen talked about her all the time. "Levity is the soul of wit," he said to Linda. "We're trying to find out if it's a boy spirit or a girl spirit," |