The Mormons
The Mormons After I decided to move to Whitehorse, I moved in with my first landlord, Io. It was September 2010, my first winter in the Yukon after two very fun summers with a pretty drunken haze. I was paying $600 for the vacant room. As I was unpacking my book collection, Io happened to be walking by. ‘You certainly have some weird books,’ she said. ‘You should meet this James guy, he likes weird books too. ‘Cool,’ I muttered, and didn’t really give it another thought. Io bought a house but didn’t hire movers, she said we could move everything ourselves, including the washer and dryer in the basement. She told me we would meet at the old place at ten. When ten rolled around I had no companion but an imaginary tumbleweed dancing in the wind. Then two tall young guys in suits walked up. ‘Hi,’ the taller one said, ‘we’re looking for Io.’ I shrugged. ‘I am too, we’re supposed to be moving today.’ ‘We’re from the Mormon Help Line. Io’s friend is a mormon, she asked if we ...