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Or more likely it was her way of demonstrating what a good mom she would make in a real family, I reasoned. Janie was fond of reminding us all that one of her (real-life) older sisters had married a guy she had met as a "brother" in her BYU Family Home Evening group. Janie was pretty clearly headed along this same path as she openly flirted with the short, chubby, freckle-faced boy who was our Family Home Evening Group's "dad." Our beloved Family Home Evening parents weren't an established couple yet, but the guy was starting to look interested. As distasteful as attracting a man using a baby story board may seem, it's hard to criticize what works. Janie had one more serious prospect than I did.
Actually I generally found Janie's stories about her family to be kind of disturbing. She was the third-to-youngest in a family of eight children, all of them girls except the very last one. So when she wasn't explaining what tricks an older sister had used to land a husband (or "eternal companion" as Janie liked to say), her stories usually revolved around her younger brother, the boy of the family. She loved to recount how he had been raised to be the perfect gentleman, so when the family went to church on Sunday, it was the boy who got out of the car first and held the door open for every single one of his older sisters. Then he would rush ahead and open the door to the church building for them as well. It was kind of cute in a way, but in a way I felt sorry for her.
Once Janie had finished preparing her lesson, we set off with our friends to our local cafeteria, the Cannon Center, for dinner.
At dinner, Trisha was gushing over the latest letter she had gotten from her missionary in Brazil. Missionaries are supposed to stay focused on spiritual matters at all times, so three of the four pages of the letter were devoted to describing discussions he had taught and other spiritual matters such as how well the Holy Ghost was helping him to learn to speak Portuguese. But there were enough sweet nothings in it to keep Trisha's attention. In fact Trisha was corresponding with three different missionaries, one in Japan, one in Brazil, and one in Idaho. It wasn't clear to me precisely how she had met them or if they knew about each other. By coincidence, Janie seemed to be wondering the same thing, so she asked Trisha how she had found three missionary pen-pals like that.
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