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Show 7JLI rather you had a p l u r a l wife than a stranger or some c a s u a l . . ." I broke off, out of breath. Brian was s i l e n t . I could feel him smiling in the dark. I felt that he had seen through me. After awhile he took my hand. His voice was patronizing. "Jeannie, I honestly don't think you'd be happy, living plural marriage. I t ' s more conceivable, r e a l l y , that you'd have two husbands." I gasped and opened my mouth in p r o t e s t , but he put up a hand. "If I ever took another wife, you'd have to be the one to find her. Either t h a t , or the Lord Himself would have to order me to marry again. You're a l l the woman I want." His eyes, glimmering in the darkness, seemed a mix of pity and amusement. I bit my l i p . Words and t e a r s formed a lump that stuck in my throat. I wondered if he was lying. I f e l t defeated, my feelings bottlenecked. What was I saying, encouraging him to think of p l u r a l marriage? : ~^- - I f e l t that I had betrayed myself or that I had become u t t e r l y paranoid, as Danny had said. "I'm sorry," I f i n a l l y choked. "Just pretend I didn't say anything. I'm j u s t . . I have a l o t of thoughts twisting around. I get. . . confused. Just forget I said anything about t h i s . Ok?" |