[…] Carmen had ceased to knead the dough on the table in front of her and was poised over the breadboard as if it were a pulpit. “Nineteen months, Thelm. Wednesday, it will be one […]
[…] been home again with mono, and all her neophyte faithful and her missionary-surrounded investigators had come on over to hear Kevin. The truth, as Ardmoore well knew, is that most of those people would […]
[…] their suspicions. One of them called me last week.” Outside the car window, the coliseum lights glared over the playing field. “It seems the women don’t have any jobs that the neighbors can see. […]
[…] signing up; but before I could make a determination, this marvelous and wonderful leader turned the time over to those who had brought friends. First, a housewife shuffled up to the pulpit, wrenched the […]
[…] before 5:30.” “I’m afraid he’ll be late.” “He’s never late when he comes home teaching.” “He might oversleep.” “He’ll be here. And things are going well so far.” “Is Dad dressed yet?” “He’s in […]
[…] her recurring, only slightly sexy fantasy involving herself and Elder George A’Deau watching the sun come up over the Atlantic and a returning carrier battle group bound for Norfolk Naval Base. The female form, […]
[…] the joyous shouts of acclaim which accompanied the Lord into Jerusalem before the Feast of the Pass over. His counselors worked on their smiles. They wanted to give the plan—and their bishop—all due consideration […]
We had been up there for two months when the clouds came in. It hap pened overnight. When I crawled into my sleeping bag the night before, the air was dry and clear. The […]
[…] what Perry Mason did every week on TV?” Jean-Paul chuckled and continued, “Can you imagine Christians all over the world going into the great cathedrals, taking down crucifixes and putting up statues of Perry […]
[…] paddy was a field of lush green. When the heavy grains of rice made the stalks bend over, it was time for harvest: the rice was threshed out by machine, chaff fed to animals, […]