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Show 306 "You shouldn't have to feel that way," Lorin said. " I t ' s not that I don't like kids, i t ' s just that I don't like the idea of just staying home and keeping house in the suburbs. I mean, if you think that's what I'm like then I've been playing a role pretty good." She was close to tears. Now he would have to comfort her, Lorin thought. He stood up, the blood roaring in his ears, and went over and put a hand on her shoulder. "What's that for?" she said, looking at i t. "Try to take i t easy," he said. "God, now he's going to be a missionary again. Look, I don't need the big missionary fatherly advice or you to t e l l me how understanding you are. You'll probably start telling me about being a mother in Zion. That's all I need." "Not really," Lorin said. "I mean, that's not what I was going to say." "Richard's already started telling me how my testimony isn't as strong as his because i t doesn't have a strong intellectual base or some shit like that. I feel like telling him to take his testimony and shove i t. The branch president will probably start on me next." To his astonishment she put her hand on top of his where i t s t i l l rested, clammy, on her shoulder. "I haven't got anything of my own," she said, furious tears in her eyes. "I can't even be a Mormon without him deciding he has to be one too so he can t e l l me I'm doing i t wrong. It's like that all the time. He either laughs at me or he follows me around l i ke a puppy. What the hell does he know about i t anyway?" Her hand had moved up and was clutching Lorin's wrist. Her fingers were small, thin, and tight. "I know more about it than he does, and I don't need you to give me the sister in Zion number." |