I woke from my fitful sleep to a light in my eyes.
As I was groggily sitting up and regaining consciousness, I heard Spencer say "See? I knew we'd find him here." Then Spencer and Sam both squeezed into the tiny room, standing the flashlight up to point at the ceiling.
"Are you okay in here?" asked Sam.
"I'm really cold," I replied.
"Of course," said Sam, "I'll go get you my sleeping bag." And he got out and went back to the house.
"Listen," said Spencer, "I know we shouldn't have been joking around about polygamy like that -- because it's no laughing matter -- but I have to tell you that was a pretty stupid thing to say."
"I know, I wish I hadn't said it. I wasn't thinking. I just repeated what I'd been taught. Obviously I should have realized it wouldn't be the same thing you guys believe."
"That's pretty clear. Brigham Young for sure didn't say that," said Spencer.
"Who cares what Brigham Young said? I certainly don't! If I never hear of Brigham Young again as long as I live, it will be too soon!"
"Let me give you a word of advice," said Spencer. "If you want them to let you back in the house, you'd better start caring what Brigham Young said, and it had better be exactly the opposite of what you said he said."
"What good will that do?"
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