"My people really embarrassed the LDS Church, you know. That's because they're really very different," I told her.
Elita shook her head before I could finish speaking and told me again that the LDS and FLDS doctrines indicate that they are one and the same. I had been part of both organizations and could not agree with her. In fact, as I told her, I had personally felt the bite of the LDS Church's attempts to distance itself from polygamy. So I had to ask Elita where she got her information. She didn't cite sources, but said she knew that Mormons believe that God will assign single women a husband of His choosing in the hereafter.
"So you believe that an LDS woman in your position would be forced to marry somebody whether you like it or not?" I asked her. She nodded, perfunctorily.
"Whether you like him or not?"
Again she nodded.
"I don't think that's true. From what I know, the LDS people believe in a loving God who wants His children to be happy. I have heard that women who die without an eternal companion are allowed to choose one in the hereafter."
"Well, their Mormon god makes that choice for them. It's in the doctrine," she insisted.
I have long made it a policy not to engage in doctrinal debates, so I didn't say much more. I wondered about this woman's view of God: a heavy-handed patriarch who imposes his will regardless of what women want. I wondered about her father whose firm manner must have born a strong resemblance to her version of God. But instead of prolonging our disagreement, I simply stated facts. "I know this much for sure: LDS is not the same as FLDS. Especially when it comes to polygamy."
She pressed her lips together and shook her head. She devoured her buttered roll, prepared another and devoured it, too. I puzzled about this woman's vehement remarks all the way through dessert. Then, when the host, a handsome and very married man stood to make a toast, I saw the shine in her eyes, a carefully-held secret she would never openly acknowledge, and I knew where her passionate discourse had come from. It was the fruit of wishful thinking. Some of us just don't know how to get what we want so we settle for fantasy instead.