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Show 344 from between his chair and the table, nodded to the two or three men in the room who looked at him at a l l , and walked to the door. Sorenson opened the door for him and followed him out. Together they walked across the carpeted lobby to the small auditorium where visitors were given slide shows on Jesus among the Nephites-no show was going on at present-and sat down on two of the velvet seats in the back row. "I guess this is i t , old buddy," said Lorin finally. "Don't let i t eat you up," said Sorenson. "You'll get back in. Don't worry." " I t ' s times like this I wish I weren't basically a serious person," said Lorin. "I know what you mean." "For what it's worth, Sorenson, I just want you to know that you're the only companion I've had that didn't give me a pain in the ass." "I feel the same way," Sorenson said. After a second he said, "About you, I mean." "I'm sorry this had to embarrass you too," Lorin said. Sorenson sniffed once, patted Lorin on the arm, and pulled out a handkerchief. He peeled off his glasses and wiped under his eyes. Then he wiped the lower rims of his glasses and put them back on. What seemed a long time later, Lorin saw a shadow fall across the doorway to the auditorium and Elder Warnick leaned in to tell him he could come back to the council room. Lorin followed Warnick back across the lobhy, avoiding the eye of the receptionist behind the desk, Sorenson following him. Back in the council room Lorin's branch president, his watery blue eyes paler and redder-rimmed than before, pulled the chair out for him, and Lorin sat down again, Sorenson sitting next to him. The |