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Show 339 "Not about that. She was just feeling bad about being pregnant and being stuck at home from now on and having to be a housewife." The mission president looked revolted. "So we've gotten from a hand on the wrist into bed with somebody's pregnant wife. I suspect we've left out one or two steps in between. Why don't you t e l l us about them?" "Well, i t ' s a l i t t l e hard to describe. I mean we sort of looked at each other, and I'm afraid I kissed her. And the next thing was we were walking down the hall to the bedroom. I can't remember exactly the order of things." "Whose idea was i t to walk down the hall to the bedroom? Yours or hers?" "I don't think either of us actually said anything. I mean I don't think there was a verbal suggestion or anything like that." "All right. Who led the way down the hall?" "Actually, as nearly as I can remember, she did. But of course it was her house." "All right," said the mission president, rubbing his temples. "What happened next?" He told them what happened next. The clerk got up at one point and leaned over Elder Osborne's shoulder to peer at the needle on the tape recorder. He turned the knob a quarter-turn to the right and sat down again. The sun went behind a heavy summer cumulus and Lorin f e l t the chill in his bones. Elder Johnson interrupted once, and Lorin had to repeat the part about her wanting to look at his garments. The afternoon crept on. He told them about taking the flowers to Sorenson and leaving the tract with the man in the next bed, about the terrier and about how he had tried to suggest to Alice that they talk about i t a l i t t l e before just rushing |
