Polygamist
It started to sink in that that was a really stupid thing to say. Of course these kind of Mormons hated polygamy and didn't want to be reminded that the early prophets taught it. I should have known that -- it was the whole reason that Uncle Wes hated my dad so much as far as I could tell. If they wanted to live with their delusions, why shouldn't I just let them? Why take away a cherished lie if the truth meant I was no longer welcome at their table? Of course it was a little late to be deciding this now...
Night had fallen. If nothing else, I would have to find someplace to sleep, and then in the morning start worrying about the fact that I would soon starve to death or die of exposure.
I walked to the back yard of my uncle's house just because I couldn't think where else to go. The whole back yard was full of fruit trees and bushes except a portion that was fenced off for what looked like a vegetable garden. I figured I'd just have to find myself a spot sheltered by some bushes or something.
As I approached the bushes, I noticed that they were obscuring some sort of structure built of wooden pallets. It had a doorway but no door. It looked like a kind of club fort, probably Sam's. It seemed like it was probably better than sleeping outside, so I went in.
I set down my backpack to serve as a pillow and laid down on the floor. It was starting to get cold. I had taken off my jacket inside the house, and they hadn't thought to put it out for me with my backpack. I didn't have anything warmer to put on.
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