I remembered how proud my father had been of my intellect and how he had always planned for me to one day become a great scholar of church history and doctrine. What a horrible, sick joke that seemed now that I'd touched the tip of the iceberg of the things I could study and learn.
I couldn't imagine going back to that limited place where I'd have to bow to the wishes of the prophet for any important decision in my life such as where to live, my choice of employment, and who to marry. I was ready to do anything to stay here in this new place.
When I got back to the house, I figured I'd better just go back to the club fort and wait. After a while, Spencer came around.
"There you are!" he said. "You're finally back."
"I was at the library," I said.
"Well, it's a green light for coming to live with us. All you have to do is renounce your parents' religion and agree to be baptized LDS."
"I can do that," I said.
"Great," he said, "then come with me." He started leading me back to the house. "Supper's already over, but Mom saved you some in the kitchen." Then Spencer set up a bowl of soup for me and some bread, which I sat at the table to eat.
While I was still eating, Uncle Wes came in and stood at the head of the table and looked at me. I just looked back up at him, not knowing what else to do.
"So," he began, crossing his arms across his chest. "Spencer tells me that when you denounced your parents' religion to join the true church, they disowned you, and now you need a place to stay. Is that right?"
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