Multiple marriages had produced but one child for Sister Wiley–the fruit of which was bitter–for as that child grew, her mother only grew lovelier.
Sexual sin, in the LDS Church, was second only to murder, for it murdered innocence, marriages, & sometimes, the unborn.
Poverty, Obedience, & Chastity were Catholic vows, but Chastity was the greatest of these when becoming a Mormon.
Mother would become Laurie Dalton, & I, if it were possible, would become Katryn Dalton for him.
There would be no more His & Hers, but Ours. However, we would not blend, but remain separate—Caitlin, hers, & David, mine.
David’s painting of Mother’s likeness had been unclear, while the objects surrounding her had been clearly delineated. It was I who was real to him.
That Night I’d seen David leave Caitlin’s room looking troubled would have no significance until The Day Caitlin told me about it.
Mother had never taken a candid snapshot of us, but rather, all we had were professional portraits, her girls posed & poised, like porcelain dolls.
Caitlin & I looked like child brides in the photos, Mother, a little girl herself. To find the mother I could love, I’d have to go way back.
My father’s red hair & beard looked like burnished gold in the sun, his fair image a sharp contrast to David’s virile one.
Because Tony & Kath had partaken of the forbidden fruits the other offered, according to Mother, they were good for no one else now.
Mother & David were shopping together, when it had always been I who had accompanied him. I was getting him, only to lose him in another way.
David’s hands began to stroke Mother’s legs, worshipping them as if they were the horns of the golden calf.