“Anyway, my dads got no problem with it—and they’re lily-sienna like you.” “They?” Cy had said “dads” before, but Lev had figured it was just some more Old Umber slang. “Yeah,” says CyFi, with a shrug. “I got two. Ain’t no thang.” Lev tries his best to process this. Of course, he’s heard of male parenting—or “yin families,” as they’re currently called—but in the sheltered structure of his life, such things always belonged to an alternate universe.
