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Show 69 "I just feel like I'd feel better if we talked to the bishop or something," he said. He hoped she hadn't had to look at the glob of phlegm before he covered it. He had tried to turn far enough that his body would block her view. "Go ahead and talk to him if that's what you want to do," she said. She had let go of her knees and was leaning back against the embankment. Her long brown legs were extended out in front of her and she was flexing her ankles. "I meant both of us," he said, uncertainly. "If he's going to hear all about me he might as well hear it from you. I don't need to be there." Lorin couldn't think of anything to say for a minute. "I wouldn't necessarily mention your name," he suggested. She smiled at the tangle of scrub oak on the other side of the stream. "Oh, go ahead. What's one more scarlet woman in the ward?" "No. I'll just say it was somebody he doesn't know, from school. She doesn't even have to be a member of the church." "Lorin, what a marvelous idea." She was grinning. "Let me decide who it should be." "No, I mean I won't mention anyone's name at all." "How about Jolene Hancock?" she said. She was sitting up again, her arms around her knees. Her eyes were bright. "I don't think I need to have anybody in mind, do I?" he said. "I mean I can just say she wasn't anybody important, and there's no point dragging her into this." "Or even better than Jolene, how about Debra Christie? She's more your type." |