“So you left to get away from all that?” Jodi started to sob again, clutching up the blanket. “No, I left when the bishop said I would be married in a week to the man of his choosing and that I was being stiff-necked and disobedient and I’d have to learn to submit. He issued, like, a proclamation that women would be given in marriage by their fathers or by the bishop from now on. Period. We don’t get to decide anymore.” “I see.” Dusty was boiling with an old anger. It seemed as old as the world.
