Senior Companion, Part 2

Transfer news came.

"Elder Kunz is going with Elder Davis in Bandelier," the district leader told me. "President wanted me to tell you, Elder Davis has been out for four months longer than you ... and you're senior companion."

Something about the news that I was senior companion at last didn't sound as good as it should have.

Three days later, I settled into my apartment on the west side of Albuquerque, the Bandelier area. As I unpacked, Elder Davis looked at me through half-inch-thick glasses. He didn't speak. After a few minutes, he disappeared into the bedroom.

I sure wasn't getting Elder Green vibes from him.

I finished unpacking and went to retrieve Elder Davis from the bedroom. A dozen questions flitted through my mind — What did we do about dinner in this area? Where were the area records? Was he ready to go tracting?

I walked in. Elder Davis sat with a laptop on his legs, half buried in blankets, headphones in his ears. A DVD case sat beside him: The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

"Good movie?" I asked.

"Pretty good," he said.

I left the room and dropped to my knees beside the couch. I was going to need some help.

"Father," I prayed, "I don't know what to do. My new junior companion doesn't strike me as terribly obedient or hard-working. And I still suck at this."

I waited. No reply came, and so I got up and walked back into the bedroom.