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Show 403 "Atta girl." "You know that poster?" she said. "The kids sent me a poster, I don't know when it was, last year maybe. It shows a cat, or I guess it was just a kitten, something anyway, hanging onto a branch." "I guess I don't, Grace." "Maybe we ought to move," Lorin suggested. "We're kind of in the way here." Several people had stepped around them, trying to see into the casket. He recognized Herb Clawson, who had been ward clerk at the time of his excommunication. "Hi, Herb," he said as they shook hands. "Glad you could come.," "It's been a while," said Herb, gripping him by the shoulder. "When did you get into town?" "Flew in Monday. Stephen got in last night. He's around here somewhere." "That was_ Stephen I saw. I thought he looked familiar. Listen, your dad looks great." "Thanks. They did a good job." "Those guys are real artists, you know?" "The poster says 'Hang in there, Baby'," Lorin's mother said. "That's what I'm doing, I'm hanging in there, baby." "That's the stuff, Grace," Hal said, and gave her a hug. "Listen, I miss that guy already. It hit me like a hammer." Lorin stepped back out of the way, nearly knocking over a basket of flowers shaped like a peacock's tail. More people had come by and were waiting to say something to his mother. A young woman in a purple maternity smock glanced at the casket and looked away. "You're still in L.A., right?" Herb asked. |