Parting Ways

Megan went cold.  The dancing, willowy nymph next to her was now a hulking, beetle-browed brute sliding her a sexy drink and stuffing empty capsules in his pocket.  Megan felt it was time to nip this in the bud. 

“No, I don’t think I’ve missed much,” she countered.  “I may not know some swear words or the names of certain drugs or anything, but I’m happy with the life I do have.  My parents are only trying to protect me from evil things of this world.”

Kathryn’s thin, active mouth sunk into the slack grimace of Victorian portraiture.  All of her nerves had been afire; now they lay severed.  Anyone who saw her face at the moment would wonder if something she had long cherished had died. 

She remembered that, several years ago, Megan had nudged her and indicated Sister Bingham, who was clutching her dentist husband and gushing about the incomparable joy of temple marriage.  Megan had rolled her eyes then, and whispered seditious sarcasm in Kathryn’s ear.

Surely this had been evidence of a fellow malcontent?

Kathryn now shut this old hope in a drawer, and locked it.  Time to go. 

“Well, I hope I haven’t stalled you too long,” she said.  “You look like you were on your way home.”

Megan smiled serenely.  “I was.”

She remounted her bicycle, nodded curtly at Kathryn, and resumed her suburban journey. 

The guilt was gone.  Kathryn clearly wanted to live in an immoral world of divorce, gay marriage, pornography, and the fascist liberal media. 

Megan knew that Kathryn’s soul was beyond help now, and that God would be OK with it if she abandoned the rescue mission. 

Megan resolved to change her cycling route, beginning tomorrow.  It'll take longer to get home, but Mom and Dad will be happy about me not riding through here anymore.  She managed the realization that in the ‘Mexican ghetto’, the pedestrian that posed her the greatest threat was white and attending a private college in the fall. 

Megan recognized this as irony, and felt proud of her ability to detect it.  The other Young Women have always been kinda ditzy, she thought.  None of them would have thought that one up.  But non-Mormons are gonna lump me in with them, anyway.  These stereotypes are so unfair.

The End

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