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Show 94 in what he said about her drawing when they got to it. * * * The letter from Melanie was contrite. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt him, but he had always been more mature than she had, and if anyone would understand, he would. It was a whirlwind courtship, to say the least, but she was positive it was the right thing. Jim was a senior economics major at BYU, had just returned from a mission to Norway six months ago, and when they had met at sacrament meeting it was as though a spark had jumped across the room and zapped them both. They had been going out for about five months now, which she realized didn't seem all that long, but in those five months it had come to seem as if they had known each other all their lives, retroactively of course. The wedding was in two weeks. She realized this wasn't much notice, and she guessed she could hardly expect him to break his neck to get back in time for it, though she didn't need to tell him she would love to see him if he came. Both sets of parents were upset, as he might expect under the circumstances, but they were being brave. Jim's parents were flying in from Spokane. And no, as he had probably guessed, it wasn't going to be in the temple, but they would go through the temple next year. She felt close enough to Lorin that she could tell him that. It was a hard thing to tell him. Feeling sick, Lorin worked the banquet tables until nine and after serving the tapioca slipped out of the recreation hall and dialed Cynthia's number from the pay phone in the kitchen. He was almost through work, he said. He knew it was late, but he was kind of at loose ends and couldn't concentrate enough to study. How would it be if he picked up a bottle of wine somewhere and just buzzed over for an hour or so? He wouldn't stay |