
You cross the border from Kingston as Susianne, delivered to relatives who cannot agree on your name and certainly cannot agree on Joseph Smith. Over the first supper, Aunt Martha and the preacher condemn a man neither has read, while your cousin Ephraim asks the plainer question of what anyone actually witnessed. A kitten breaks the prayer meant to save him from himself, and you laugh before you can stop, on a night that leaves welcome intact and judgment undecided.
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