About two months ago, three young men in White shirts, black pants and ties, set up a table outside the Wake Forest Coffee company. I knew they were Mormons right off the bat. I also knew something of the Mormon missionary temperament: Polite, friendly, and capable of running mental circles around the average evangelical.     There certainly

         A month and a half, or so, ago I played one of the very best scrabble games in my life. Nobody was chirping in over my shoulder telling me what to do, nobody was leaning back with a huff while I sorted through combinations in my head and told me the game was boring. Best of all,