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Now, what to do first. I had shaken hands with the usher to make sure I got a program, so all I needed now was a pencil. I caught Mom's eye. She shook her head and signaled, "Not until after the sacrament."
I'll show her! I give the back of the bench in front of me a swift kick. Looking back at Mom to see if she had given in, she shot me a glance that broke my second kick in mid-stride.
Hmm.... I pulled a blue hymnbook out of the rack, and looked at the printing date. 1946! An old one, which made it a lucky find!
What? My head shot up. Did I hear the magical word "potluck" in the string of announcements? Great! Maybe there will be tater-tot casserole!
Smiling happily, I start counting the rows of boxes on rough red seat fabric.
Time for the sacrament hymn already? Then, as two deacons close in on our row, I know without even looking that Mom has the safety off and is beginning to squeeze. We knew there was no fooling around during the sacrament-the Wonderful World of Disney that night was on the line!
The bishop stood up to introduce the speakers. I looked at the clock. Oh no! Sixty-five minutes left!
I look towards Mom and piteously sign-beg for a pencil. This time one is passed down the row, with Mom watching to make sure I get it. Wes happily joins me in games of connect-the-dots, and then hangman.
The first talk is over. Chalk one up! Mom's watchful eye latches on to my finger making the mark in the air. Uh oh.
I take the blue hymnbook and, using the edge of my pencil, do a rubbing of the tabernacle organ imprint onto my program. Perfection!
It's getting hot. I slide down onto the cool tile floor. Mmm, much better. Boy was I sleepy....
Hey, who kicked me? Wes must still be mad at losing!
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