It had been a worrisome evening with my new friends, because they had invited someone most of the other missionaries had excommunicated to eat with them. I ended up sitting next to the excommunicated person, and he was very attentive and even kind to me.
Above us all the moon and stars shone down, for we were eating in my friend's garden. I wanted to go home. I felt conflicted.
Safely home after dinner, I wondered what I would do if I had to deal with this situation in the future with my new friends. Meanwhile my cat purred contentedly on my lap and a cool breeze wandered in at the window.
I went to bed troubled.
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