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Show 314 around Lorin and his stricken companion to ask how Elder Sorenson was getting along. Lorin seized the chance to wander apart with her, casually, and stand in a corner beside the fire extinguisher, as though they were chatting about temple recommends, because the branch president had begun interviewing them for a temple preparation class. Plans were still hazy, but there was some thought that they might be able to use Richard's vacation, which would come late in the summer, to drive to Utah and have their marriage solemnized in either the Salt Lake or Logan or Manti temples. "I guess I've got to invite the two of you over for dinner," she said. "It'll be awful." "Sister Milburn has already invited us," he said. "When will I see you again?" she asked. "I think he's going to want to go tracting tomorrow. I'll try to call you." "But when do I see you again?" "I've been going out of my mind trying to think," he said. "I can't think of anything that won't look funny." "Richard is going to Detroit again." "When?" "I don't know. Monday or Tuesday." Richard, looking paltry and vulnerable, came over and joined them after shaking hands with Sorenson. "Brother Kline," said Lorin affably, extending his hand. "I just wanted to thank you for coming over the other day to tell us about Elder Sorenson," Richard said. "I guess he's had a pretty rough time." "I thought the two of you might want to know," Lorin said. Forewarned |