When I handed her the golden plates, all she could do was stare at them. When she finally spoke again, she said,
"Get rid of these things."
"You don't even know what they are."
"They're a tool of the nameless one, who is trying to deceive you."
"An angel gave them to me and told me to translate them."
"It is not your place. The prophet has to do it."
"Even if an angel asks me to?"
"It was a wicked angel, trying to beguile you."
"I've been around long enough to tell the difference."
"I'll divorce you if you don't get rid of them!"
"You don't have to shout, I'm right here beside you. And how do you know if they're wicked when you haven't even read them."She threw the plates at me, I slapped her hand, and for the second time that day told her to shut the hell up. I almost ran off the road, and so I let her alone to pay attention to my driving.
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