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Independent national quarterly established to express Mormon culture and examine the relevance of religion to secular life. It is edited by Mormons who wish to bring their faith into dialogue with human experience as a whole and to foster artistic and scholarly achievement based on their cultural heritage. The journal encourages a variety of viewpoints; although every effort is made to insure accurate scholarship and responsible judgment, the views expressed are those of the individual authors and are not necessarily those of the Mormon Church or of the editors.
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152 I Dialogue "Richard will have to go in the army after dental school, but he'll be a captain." Steve said nothing; a woman came in to pay a bill. The breast markings on Mr. Simmons' garments showed through his white shirt. Steve looked down at the big Life pictures. He found himself checking white shirts to see who wore garments. He had liked receiving the Melchizedek priesthood, going through the temple and wearing garments; he felt clean and safe. He had always believed there were things he could never do. Everything seemed the same now; he had lost his sense of opposites. He knew that members mistook his T-shirt for garments. His mother washed his boxers and T-shirts, ironed them, and put them in his drawer by his folded white garments, some of which he had worn on his mission. Neither she nor his father said anything. He had turned his father down on three fishing trips to Strawberry. He didn't want to be alone in the boat with his father all day. Reaching down, Steve rubbed the inside of his ankle. At times his whole body burned faintly. The army doctor had told him that some men lost all control and lay in bed scratching themselves until they had deep infected sores. He had always liked the shower after he had played basketball or tennis. His body had always been light and clean. He knew that he had begun to stare at things. "All right Mr. Simmons, Dr. Jensen will see you now." Steve looked up from the Life again. "Well, hello, Steve, how are you? It's nice to see you home again. Several people have mentioned you were back." Mrs. Bryce stood by the open hallway door in her white nurse's cap and uniform. She stepped into the waiting room to let Mr. Simmons swing through the door on his crutches. Steve stood up. "Thank you." "You've been away four years haven't you, what with your mission and then the army?" "I was discharged early." "Well, now that you have that all behind you, you can start school again at BYU and get married like all of the rest of the boys. I'll bet you wrote to half a dozen girls while you were gone." He sat back down on the black leather chair. Mrs. Anderson handed Mrs. Bryce his manila folder with a pink charge slip clipped to it. "I don't think that Dr. Jensen will be very long, Steve. Mr. Simmons is just in for a check-up and a change on his prescription." Turning, she closed the hall door behind her. "Richard and his wife are expecting a baby, Steve. Did your mother tell you?" "Yes." A woman came into the clinic with a little girl who needed a shot, and Mrs. Anderson sent them back to the lab. The front cover of the old Improvement Eras in the magazine rack was a picture of Joseph Smith's first vision. God the father stood in bright light, his hand extended toward Jesus. The large white letters said, "This is my beloved son. Hear him." He didn't feel like he deserved anything now. "Rita is a lovely girl and comes from a nice family. Her father is a doctor. Of course Richard and Rita plan to go on a mission together someday after they get their family raised. Richard thinks that maybe the Church will send them down to fix teeth for the Navahos. They had a beautiful reception." Mrs. Anderson got a plastic accordian packet of pictures from her purse in the desk drawer. "These are Richard's wedding pictures, Steve." She stood up, walked over to Steve, pulled a chair up to his, and explained every picture.