Polygamist
There wasn't a whole lot of room in the little club fort for two people. Stretched out diagonally I could fit okay, but that wasn't possible with Sam there, so I had to lie down on my side with my legs bent. Still, having the sleeping bag to protect me from the cold made a world of difference in terms of comfort.
"Can I ask you something?" asked Sam.
"Of course," I said.
"Aren't you afraid they'll come after you?"
"Not really. If I were a girl, they probably would, but they expect a certain number of the young guys to just fade away. I left a little younger than most, but the fact that I ran away will probably make most people back home think that I don't have the faithfulness required to become a leader, so they'll be happy enough to see me gone."
"What's it like to have more than one mom?"
"I don't have more than one mom. Only my own mother is my mom."
"Oh, I thought everyone was saying that your dad was a polygamist."
"He is," I said. "but his other two wives aren't moms to me. At best they're like aunts. It's hard to explain."
"Is that why you left? Because you knew it was wrong to live that way?"
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