Orem High
"Wow, my mom's not so into all of these crafts and things," I said, thinking of the elaborate quilt I had seen Sister Hobbs working on when I arrived.
"What does your Mom like to do?" asked Sister Hobbs.
"Well, she likes to read and write in her journal," I said, trying to think of something righteous I could say. "Sometimes she makes cookies. Of course she's gone back to work since she doesn't have any little kids to take care of anymore."
"What line of work is she in?" asked Brother Hobbs.
"She's an assistant librarian," I replied.
"I wonder if I should maybe think of getting a job too since we'll be empty-nesters ourselves soon," said Sister Hobbs. "I don't know though."
"We're doing okay," said Brother Hobbs. "You don't have to go out and get a job if you don't want to, honey. I don't know what our ward's Relief Society would do without you to run the homemaking meetings." He smiled at her.
"Yeah, it'd probably wither away without Mom," said Sam sincerely.
"I guess I'm pretty lucky my husband is such a good provider," said Sister Hobbs, smiling back at Brother Hobbs.
"Oh, I didn't mean to say my dad isn't a good provider," I said.
"I'll say!" said Sam. "You should see their house! And their cars!"
"Well, it's hard to buy everything you want when you're supporting so many missionaries and paying tithing," said Sister Hobbs. In fact Sam's older brother Spencer and his two oldest sisters were all currently on missions. We didn't have any missionaries in our family, but at least I was sure my parents were paying their tithing.
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