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Show 225 mission and who was having emotional problems. Lorin had been transferred to a different d i s t r i c t and assigned Sorenson as his senior companion, with whom he got on very well. Sorenson had just previously worked with a muscular zealot from Sacramento, and was now a senior companion himself for the f i r s t time. He was from Dallas, was short and pudgy and looked like a frog with thinning hair, and he wore glasses with heavy black rims. He admired Lorin's sense of humor but thought that Lorin swore a l i t t le too much. He had been given a two-week leave just after being assigned to Lorin and had flown back to Dallas where his father was dying of bowel cancer. He had returned a few days after the funeral, shaken not only by the death but by the close brush he and his girl friend had had several times before and after, and Lorin had had to spend some time keeping him in spirits on both counts. The pleasures of the flesh got you in big trouble i f you were a missionary. This fact was of some consequence to Lorin, because he missed such pleasures very much. Most missionaries were between the ages of nineteen and twenty-one, most were fresh-faced and pure in body i f not in mind. Lorin was already well past the normal age for missionaries when he had turned up in the bishop's office the Sunday after returning to Salt Lake from Yvonne's warm bed, and i f he was not as scarlet with sin as he might have been he nevertheless had much to omit during that f i r s t humiliating interview. The bishop was the same apple-cheeked bald adman he had avoided three years ago, and he was s t i l l nobody's fool, and he had as reasonable a f i x on Lorin's past few years as anyone could have from knowing Lorin's family and hearing Lorin's parents speak sadly of the way their oldest had turned out. His questions were tactful but direct, as before, and Lorin lied as l i t t l e as possible, feeling wretched the whole |