Things between Billy and my father were coming to a head. Billy couldn't repair a television if its only problem was that it was tuned to a dead channel. William and Billy wouldn't work together another day. The shop was losing money like a sieve. Every day Dad would yell at me and every week he'd promise to pay me some money next week. My mom worried all the time and cried a lot.
There was only one thing to do: Pray.
And pray we did. We prayed in the early morning before work or school. We prayed every night before bed. When we weren't praying, we were arguing and when arguing didn't work, blaming did. I was blamed sometimes but not often. The situation just wasn't working for anyone.
Billy had another idea. For him praying wasn't enough. Dad got a phone call and then made a trip to the LDS Stake Center building. When he got home, we had a family meeting.
“We're going to branch out into the video business,” Dad announced.
Mom had her arms crossed. “How are we going to afford that?”
“I've been assured that the Lord will provide.”
“Maybe the Lord will help pay for the inventory. Maybe he'll pay the mortgage. At least the payment we're behind.”
“Dear, it is not your place to question what the spirit dictates.”
Mom's eyes became glassy. She'd heard enough, but my father wasn't done speaking.
“I am the priesthood holder in this family and the Spirit will communicate through me. The stake presidency and I prayed about this decision and it's the right thing to do.”