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Show 230 access to the outside, but the family had tacitly agreed not to notice the two of them as they came and went through the back door and vanished through a corridor leading off from the TV room to their own room which did, blessedly, have its own bathroom and its own hot plate, and in which Lorin and Sorenson were able to install their own telephone. They were rarely in the house during the day in any case, because the business of tracting, conducting cottage meetings, returning to the homes of investigators, weekly meetings with their district leader, and the other nuts and bolts of life as proselyters consumed most of the day, and the one day a week that was theirs for diversion usually saw them as far away as they could get in the limited time they had, floundering through the meadows on cross-country skis or ice skating on one of the small lakes that dotted the state. Their day started early; they took turns frying bacon and eggs for breakfast, and Lorin counted the days until he could drink coffee again, the one vice he planned to resume when he was released. On days when they had no appointments they selected a quadrant of the suburb they were currently working, drove Sorenson's car to the nearest shopping center and parked it for the day, and then began knocking on doors up one street and down the next, pausing for lunch at a Woolworth's counter or a delicatessen, and resuming an hour later, Lorin's heartburn making him irritable. This continued until nightfall, when they would treat themselves to dinner at some place a cut or two above Woolworth's, sometimes with another pair of elders from their district, and afterwards knocked on a few more doors just to round out the day before returning home to write letters, update their instant-preparation books (you were often called on to give a sermon without advance warning, and needed an indexed source of topics), look up scriptural references to have an answer next time for some conundrum a |