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Show house/ 379 "Your father has two wives," he stated. My eyes widened. "How did you know?" "It wasn't hard to figure out. That day when your dad came, he parked in your aunt's driveway, and when he left, he went back to her side of the duplex." I nodded. "You're very sharp. Most people don't seem to notice. But you're wrong about one thing. He has more than two wives, he has seven." I waited for my words to impact, but Brian only shrugged. "My father had thirty-five, as near as we can figure. all Of course, it's doubtful they wereAmarried to him." "Well, that's what I mean - my parents weren't married by the law of the land. But they had a ceremony, where they're married in the eyes of God. In that sense, at least, I'm legitimate." Brian nodded. "That's more than I've got going for me." "You're feeling sorry for yourself again." "No. I'm feeling lucky to have you in my life again." "Me? After the way I treated you? Even knowing that I'm the daughter of a polygamist - and a black sheep at that? I don't think you know what you're asking for." "I have a pretty good idea." He grinned suggestively. "Didn't you hea^me? I'm a black sheep. Even my father doesn't like me." "He must be blind, then." "Brian, you don't know. I deserved this fat lip." He nodded. "I've heard things. Some of the creeps you go out with come down to the place where I work nights. They like to talk." |