Yup, those “locaters.” You’ve heard about them. The missionaries who have the fun job of tracking down the “lost” Saints, who mostly, really, don’t want to be found. So they find Mormon relatives willing to snitch on them. This one was calling my mother. I was all set to give Sister Locater an earful, when she completely surprised me and asked about my step-nephew. I really don’t have ANY clue where he is right now. I think he got kicked out of my sister’s house.
So, I told her, “Nope, I’m sorry, I don’t know. I think he’s homeless.”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“Uh, okay, thanks.”
And she hung up. Dang, I should have tried that with ME years ago.