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Show 267 "If he was really there, yes," Lorin said. "How?" asked Richard, who had been keeping track of the implications of his questions. "Walking through walls?" "The same way he got in, I guess," said Lorin, preferring to answer a heckler with curtness. He would have answered differently if he hadn't felt he was being baited. "Anyway, the main question people had been asking about was about authority," Sorenson said. "You know. If you reject the authority of the Catholic Church where does that leave you? A lot of these revivalist ministers were claiming they had authority themselves direct from God. Some of them even thought they were Jesus Christ themselves." "We knew somebody like that in college," she said. "Remember Mickey Bailey, Richie?" Suddenly Richard unleased his question. "Are Mormons the ones with all the wives?" "What?" said Alice. Sorenson smiled. "We'll be coming to that too." * * * * * * As follow-up visits went, this one could have been much worse. It left a bad taste in Sorenson's mouth, largely because he had found it difficult to introduce anything substantive into the discussion, and he wished out loud, on the way home, that Lorin would try not to say quite so much about angels next time since they seemed to deflect Alice. Lorin was in good spirits over the evening's work, and would have agreed to anything. He promised he wouldn't say another word, but in his bones he was confident. The job was as good as accomplished, or he was no judge |