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Date: December 05, 2012 01:20PM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwvVhXItl1wIt's a dark night in the city that keeps no secrets. (They're sacred.) But on the tenth floor of the Moroni building, H. VarDell Crandall, Elder's Quorum President, has the kind of secret that reveals the thin veil between a man and his passions.
As Crandall drained the last of his grape Shasta, the door opened and she walked into his life again. Sweet Molly Moffat, the Beehive advisor -- and she had a bee in her bonnet and her scriptures in her hand. "Why'd ya do it, Vardy?" she buzzed with fury.
"Do what?" Crandall intoned, not looking up from the Ensign. It was the Conference issue.
"Why'd ya change my home teachers? You know Brother Kimball is a mechanic." Her hair glistened with Aqua Net in the moonlight.
Crandall put the magazine down and stood up, his keys jingling against his consecrated oil vial. "He's no good for ya, darlin'."
Molly's expression turned to hurt. "No good for me? But he was going to change my spark plugs."
Crandall seized her around the waist and looked into her eyes. "I'll change your spark plugs, sweetheart. I'm your new home teacher." and kissed her.
It's a cold December night in the city on a hill, but on the tenth floor of the Moroni building, the spirit of God like a fire is burning.