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"I feel better." he said, as he pulled his shirt off his head and crossed his arms under his pillow, staring at our blue lights speeding around the top of our bunk. He reached for the controller and stopped the lights from twirling, and made them fairly dim.

"Better about what?"

"Oh, a lot of things that have been on my mind."

"Such as?"

"Dylan is gone. Jeremy and Levi are signed on, and the other two guys are going home. I bought them out. I don't know how to explain it. But to cut it short--- I sponsored Gunn on this tour, and was paying for them since they are like my personal protégé's. So, I don't care if they go home, it's better actually." He sighed. "I also put my club on the market, and my New York pent house."

I sat up. "You put your Club--- The Vibe? You put the Vibe up for sale? Why?"

"How can I go to the temple tomorrow Aubrey if I am the owner of a nightclub that sells alcohol. I'm basically saying I'm never going to drink again. I'm not like a hypocrite who makes money off other people and won't do it myself. Not that way. I have other very lucrative ventures. I told the guys and we all agreed. We are starting our own production company. Already hired Mitch James to do some recruiting of some of the better technicians, etc."

"Is this something you'd already considered?"

"Not exactly, but the idea hit me while I was singing tonight. I've subtly changed words to songs, to accommodate deeper feelings than the ones I originally wrote. I needed to facilitate the sale of the Club and a few other things as they come to me. It's all good Aubrey. Let's say prayers, and read, I'm tired."

I got out the scriptures and read from Mosiah. Rafe listened with his eyes closed as I read out loud for both of us.

"I like how Alma and his friends went around making it right after they knew the truth, Aubrey. They were zealous, they tried to make up for all the bad things they'd done. Some guys, they might not give a crap. I'm not like that. I'm like Alma. I care what other people think. I've always cared a lot what others think. There's a fine line between caring too much and caring too little. I'd rather err on the side of caring too much." He yawned and took my Kindle away from me, placing it back where we kept it. "Let's have prayers."

I said the prayer at his request and then he snuggled me into his arms, sighing deeply.

"Are you worried about tomorrow?" I asked.

"No."

"You sure? Nervous?"

"Take it back. Yeah, I am nervous. I think there are invisible sentinels outside the temple doors waiting to block my entrance with their scepters."

I pulled back from him.

"Really?"

"I'm one of those vile sinners Alma was talking about."

"No, you're not. You've already changed. And you're changing every day, Rafe, we both are learning so much."

He grunted. "You believe in me." He said quietly and squeezed my shoulders, kissing me on the forehead.

I leaned up once more and kissed his lips softly, and then snuggled back into his side.

I think I heard him snoring.

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