Unbroken Connection by Angela Morrison

Author:Angela Morrison [Morrison, Angela]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Young Adult
ISBN: 9781461088523
Google: OuGiKQEACAAJ
Amazon: B003Z0CUHI
Barnesnoble: B003Z0CUHI
Goodreads: 8843723
Publisher: CreateSpace
Published: 2010-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

DIVE BUDDY: Leesie

DATE: 11/14

DIVE #: 3 w/Leesie

LOCATION: Salt Lake City

DIVE SITE: hotel pool

WEATHER CONDITION: sleet

WATER CONDITION: rippled

DEPTH: 10’

VISIBILITY: 10’

WATER TEMP.: not as warm as last time

BOTTOM TIME: lost track

COMMENTS:

This time there’s a mom reading magazines and kids splashing in the shallow end. Leesie’s all business. She’s still kind of mad at me. Works hard on the skills. The kids invade. Ask a thousand questions. Leesie’s cool with them. Gets all the answers right.

If we got married, we could have one of those, like in a year. Not big enough to swim and talk, but that could be cool. She’s got all this school, though. How could she be a mom, too? I could do the Mr. Mom thing. Me and babies? Freak, that would be strange. I don’t know if I’ve ever even held one. Wonder if Leesie would want them right away. I don’t know if birth control is against the rules. Guess I need to ask.

Leesie gets it right in the water, too. One more session, and she’ll be ready for open water.

After our pool dive, she wants me take her to Temple Square—not far from the hotel, right smack in the middle of Salt Lake City—before we drive an hour back down to Provo.

“Sure. Anything you want. You were excellent today.”

She unleashes that full smile that makes her so beautiful. “Really?”

I nod and reach for her hand. Our fingers twist, and she lets me kiss her before we get in the car.

Leesie didn’t tell me Temple Square is like the capitol of Mormon-anity. Gardens. Old buildings. Newer places she calls “visitors’ centers.” She drags me through all the stuff. Kind of a blur. Books of Mormon. Forever families. Stuff like that. There is a concert going on inside the elliptical domed building.

“That’s the tabernacle. The Mormon Tabernacle Choir sings there. Maybe that’s them practicing.” She points across the street at a massive new building. “We hold conferences in that now. This got too small.” I don’t know what conferences are, but they must be a big deal around here.

There’s another temple here, too. This one is old—rectangular. Kind of like a cathedral. Gray stone. Spires everywhere. Same gold guy on top. Can’t go in this one, either. Leesie wipes her eyes in front of a statue of Joseph Smith.

The last place we go in she makes me take a tour. The girl guiding is a missionary. Chicks are missionaries, too. She shows us all these big oil paintings of Bible stuff—life of Christ—and then we take a spiraling ramp up to the next floor. There’s a big room with deep blue carpet, mostly glass walls, and a giant white replica of the Christus statue.

The missionary girl gets choked up. Leesie squeezes my hand and cries, and—I’m sorry—but I got nada.

I feel nothing.

To me, it’s just a big white statue.

Leesie wants to sit quiet after everyone leaves, but I have to get out of there. She finds me outside sitting on a stone bench, staring at my hands.

Her eyes are misty.

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