Sublime

An older woman came forward to tell the story of her daughter, Chelsey. I heard audible sobs when she revealed—partway through her story—that she spoke on behalf of her daughter only because her daughter was no longer here. Chelsey had committed suicide, never having recovered from the damage of what Larry had done.

God would restore polygamy, and in the afterlife, I would be a plural wife.

Even though she was not a druggie, she joined a cult-like treatment center for heroin addicts in Mendocino called the Family. They would do an exercise of emotional “attack therapy” called the Game, where the participants would berate each other to break down the addict inside them. She left after a year, when it was discovered that the leaders wer