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Show 303 "Um," he said. "I know that's a dumb question," she said. "I was just wondering. You don't have to tell me." "It's not that," he said. "It's okay," she said. "You know everything about Richie and I. If you don't want to tell me anything about you i t ' s not like I was going to pull i t out of you. I know you're being a missionary." "As a matter of fact," Lorin began. "Anyway I guess you couldn't have gone through the temple if you had, could you? I mean don't they make you wait a year or something like that, and if this was just a year ago . . . " "Well, there is a kind of probationary period, but . . . " "Then you did," she said. "Well, I'd been kind of inactive for the last few years," he said. His collar was damp and he felt revolting. "What was she like? I'll bet she was gorgeous." "She was attractive," he said. "Don't talk about i t if i t ' s too painful. What's she doing now?" "I don't know." "You haven't kept in touch or anything." "No." She sank back in her chair. "This is the most I've known about you since I've known you." "I hope it doesn't ruin our friendship," he said. "No. I like it." While they stared at each other across the small, empty, quiet room, he reflected that they did not have any names to call each other by. |