When I was a teenager, we routinely had dances after “Mutual,” which is what Mormons back then called the weekly youth gathering every Tuesday evening.
Mutual was a high-priority event. In the furthest reaches of the “mission field” (anywhere but Utah) it was about the only time young Mormons had to socialize on a potentially romantic basis.
It was so important that if someone — I’m not saying who — were to suggest going downtown to shoplift beer after school, one of my friends might say, “No, ...
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