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–How could
you have possibly known I was Catholic?

–How did you become Mormon?

–…

–How
do you go from Catholic to Mormon? Did you get colonized? Some weird neighbor? An
ex-boyfriend? What makes you take that step?

–Hmmm …

–Hmm?

–I
just met you. How do I know I can trust you?

–Fair
enough.

–What
do you mean, “fair enough?”

–I
mean you’re right. We’ve known each other, what? ten minutes? You can’t know
that you can trust me.

–Can
I trust you?

–Of
course you can trust me, but what else am I going to say? Who’s going to say, “yeah,
you can’t trust me?” It doesn’t matter. I can wait until you’re ready to tell
me. I don’t need to know yet.

–Do
you hear yourself?

–Yep.
I know what you’re thinking.

–
…

–What?
Don’t shake your head. You’re thinking I’m being some cocky prick.

–It’s
not just thinking.

–I’m
sorry.

–For
what?

–But
I know this isn’t it. I know we’re going to see each other again. So I can
wait. You can tell me about whatever made you Mormon when you’re ready. You can
say whatever you want about your Catholic recovery. I can wait.

–…

–
I will wait.

–What
do you believe?

–You
don’t
want to know that.