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When I was fifteen I moved to Utah. It was a smaller town just north of Salt Lake City, and far enough west that the wind would carry the smell of the lake in, and the air would reek like a spoiled sea.
I got dumped halfway into sophomore year, which was terrible for an awkward kid in a new place, because in Utah they began high school with sophomore year, so I was effectively a freshman twice. The only luck I had was a girl I had met named Sarah, and we started dating right at the end of the school year, so we were able to spend a majority of the summer together.
Now, you might not know this about Mormons, and I certainly hadn’t, but in their church they really like big families. Something about spirits in heaven requiring bodies. So it wasn’t uncommon for some of the more devout Mormon families to have eight, nine, or more kids. It really just meant outdoor freezers packed with hamburger helper and houses with bigger kitchens.
Sarah’s family was pretty Mormon, and my family didn’t practice much of any religion, so we just never discussed it. She had six sisters, seven in total including her, ranging from 6 years old to 18. I only met her mom once, and she was always pregnant, and I never spoke with her dad. I was a little too overwhelmed by meeting her family and I avoided it. I probably would have figured it out then, but I had only lived in Utah for six months and everything already seemed so weird to me.
I remember a particular night I had picked her up. She had a curfew that made it so I had to park down the street so she could sneak out. I wanted to jump over a small gully flanked by trees beside her house, but she refused and we had to walk around, which meant passing by her parents’ window. I thought it was weird, but I just assumed she was worried she might get her feet wet.
It went like that for a couple months. I would stop down the street, and I would wait while she walked beside the gully, around her house, and up the street to meet me. Sometimes I’d meet her at the road, but I was always careful not to walk too far onto the lawn for fear I’d wake her parents.
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