1. The last P-day of my mission
2. Not some dorkaziod missionaries
3. Even if the church is perfect, the people aren't
4. It's not that simple

• (character chart)

1. Young Women's
2. Youth Conference
3. Saturday's Warrior
4. Brigham Young University
• Gratuitous Love Scene
5. Polygamist
6. Temple Wedding
7. Orem High
8. Bordeaux Mission
9. Exmo Conference

Do you keep all of the covenants that you made in the temple and wear the authorized garments both day and night?

Yes.

Has there been any sin or misdeed in your life that should have been resolved with priesthood authorities but has not?

No.

Do you consider yourself worthy in every way to enter the temple and participate in temple ordinances?

I think so, yes.

Then the Mission President signed the paper and shook my hand and said, "Good work, Elder Hobbs. The Lord is pleased with your faithful service."

And that was it. He didn't even mention the little incident that Elder Dietrich said he was going to report.

Nick had finished his interview first, so we went back out together as soon as my interview was done. As I stepped out into the light, I could hardly believe that it was over -- the whole two years of it -- and that that was all there was to it.

We started back to Nick's girlfriend's apartment. We didn't even make it all the way to the door -- she came running up to him on the sidewalk and grabbed him in her arms and said "Ah, mon petit Nico adorable !" She was a really pretty girl, and they looked so happy together smiling in each other's arms.

As they rushed back up to her apartment, I yelled out the time I'd be by to pick him up again, and I hoped he'd heard me.

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I was one hundred percent certain that he had just flat-out lied on the chastity question on his interview. Yet seeing them together, I couldn't help but think maybe on some level that he was the one who had made the right decision. Of course I was essentially on my way to find out myself...

When I got to the Café Utopia, I took a seat out front and ordered myself a Perrier and waited.

When it got to be 17h, I started to get a little worried. I was sure some sort of emergency had come up -- she wouldn't just not show like that. I wished I'd thought to get her phone number or something rather than just arranging a meeting time and place.

The longer I sat there, the deeper my sinking feeling became. I didn't have any contact info for her. I didn't even know her last name. Why hadn't I thought to ask about this earlier?

Then I thought Sam might be able to help me find her once I got back. Then I remembered that she said she didn't really know Sam all that well, so there was no way he would just happen to have her parents' new address in Atlanta. Then I thought maybe that guy Jared might have her new contact info -- he was supposed to be a friend of Sam's. But it seemed like maybe that wasn't such a hot idea considering that she said she'd had an "on-again off-again" thing with him. And since -- if I understood correctly -- he had been dumped specially for the occasion of her trip to France, he might not be too keen on helping me find her.

When the server girl came by to bus my third bottle of Perrier at 18h, behind the look of sympathy in her eyes I could almost hear her saying "Elle ne va pas revenir." [She's not coming back.]

I couldn't believe what I'd been reduced to. There I was -- supposedly this big, tough guy -- sitting alone in some frou-frou French café, crying into my Perrier, almost.

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