Wrong number. (Completed)

Chapter Twenty-Six

NICK

I finally read it. Enos. That 1 chapter book.

"1 Behold, it came to pass that I, Enos, knowing my father that he was a just man—for he taught me in his language, and also in the nurture and admonition of the Lord—and blessed be the name of my God for it— 2 And I will tell you of the wrestle which I had before God, before I received a remission of my sins. 3 Behold, I went to hunt beasts in the forests; and the words which I had often heard my father speak concerning eternal life, and the joy of the saints, sunk deep into my heart. 4 And my soul hungered; and I kneeled down before my Maker, and I cried unto him in mighty prayer and supplication for mine own soul; and all the day long did I cry unto him; yea, and when the night came I did still raise my voice high that it reached the heavens. 5 And there came a voice unto me, saying: Enos, thy sins are forgiven thee, and thou shalt be blessed. 6 And I, Enos, knew that God could not lie; wherefore, my guilt was swept away. 7 And I said: Lord, how is it done? 8 And he said unto me: Because of thy faith in Christ, whom thou hast never before heard nor seen. And many years pass away before he shall manifest himself in the flesh; wherefore, go to, thy faith hath made thee whole."

I reread those 8 versus over and over again as I drank an O'doule in my living room. A knock came from the door and I went and answered it.

Stacy jumped in my arms and I laughed.

"You're in a good mood." I pointed out.

She lifted her head childishly and smiled. "I'm with my boyfriend, of course I'm in a good mood." I kissed her nose as she closed her eyes.

"Thanks for coming over." I grabbed her hand and went to the couch. We both plopped down and I placed my hand on her knee. "I know you're super busy with your exams but ... I'm going to try and take up all your spare time." She giggled. She looked at the coffee table and spotted the beer next to the Book of Mormon.

"You're drinking?" She didn't have any emotion in her voice.

"Yes and no. Here," I grabbed the brown bottle and held it up as I pointed to the non-alcohol stamp. "It tastes like beer but it's got so little alcohol in it that it's not considered alcoholic." Stacy nodded. "I actually drank this a lot before we ... broke up, but it actually really helps. It's like a therapeutic drink. You know?" She nodded again then grabbed the bottle.

"It's cold," she pointed out. I smiled.

"Want a sip?" She blushed and I chuckled. "Don't some Mormons still drink like herbal tea or something? This is kind of like that."

"Like a loophole in the Word of Wisdom?" She smirked at me.

"Exactly." She stared then sniffed it.

Her face scrunched up and I laughed. "That's disgusting, Nick!" I laughed again.

"Come on, take a sip!" She swallowed hard then took a tiny sip. She squeezed her eyes shut and stuck her tongue out like she had just taken a bite out of a lime. I laughed hard and she hit me.

"How could you like something that tastes like that?"

I took a careless sip and said, "Ahh, so good." She hit my chest and I chuckled.

She stared back at the coffee table and grabbed my scriptures. "Ooo, I love Enos."

"More than me?" I teased. She gave me a testy look.

"Nick, I think it's time for the talk."

"Ha-ha, What talk? We've already had the 'no sex talk', 'no kissing smoky lips talk', 'no kissing alcohol breath.' You know, Babe, you are quite demanding."