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does not do everything her husband tells her—not by a long shot. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. Have you guys seen the pictures?” Aaron jerked his thumb toward the living room. “Come on.”
    David had already looked that morning, but he followed. On a low table along one wall, there were at least a dozen photos in glass and metal frames. In one, Aaron wore a black suit and held hands with a woman in a long white dress that hugged her slim body. Her arms were bare and the neckline dipped right down to the top of her breasts. They were on a low bridge in a garden with trees and flowers everywhere.
    “That was our wedding day. There’s a whole album of us in every conceivable pose all over that park.” Aaron pointed to another photo where he and Jen stood surrounded by other people. “These are Jen’s parents. Her bridesmaids are all in purple, and her best friend Clark’s in the purple suit—he was the maid of honor. It would usually be a woman, but Jen insisted. He’s gay too.”
    David examined the man in the purple suit. He looked almost like a girl, with glossy lips and sparkles on his tie. Another actual gay person. It was comforting somehow.
    “English weddings are way fancier than Amish ones, as you can see. No celery for the centerpieces.”
    Isaac peered at the photo. “Jen’s very pretty.” He quickly added, “Not that it matters.”
    “It’s okay, you can say she’s pretty.” Aaron grinned. “I’d add that she’s smokin’ hot as well. This pic’s my favorite.” He pointed to one where Jen smiled back at the camera while Aaron walked a few steps ahead, holding her hand.
    Jen’s teeth were gleaming white, contrasting with her tan skin and black hair knotted on her head with two curls hanging down. Jewels shone in her ears and around her neck, and the dress looked like it would be so soft to touch. She was laughing. David couldn’t tell how old she was, but he assumed around Aaron’s age.
    Isaac asked, “Is she…Chinese?”
    David had wondered as well, but didn’t know a polite way to ask. He realized he’d hardly met anyone in his entire life who hadn’t been like him.
    “Filipino. The Philippines are islands in the Pacific, near Malaysia. I know that probably doesn’t mean much to you guys. I hardly knew anything when I left Red Hills. But I learned, and so can you.”
    Isaac stared at the pictures. “Do a lot of English get married to people who aren’t…the same?”
    “Sure,” Aaron answered. “It happens all the time now. You’ll be amazed how many people here aren’t white. I know it must seem weird to you.”
    “No.” Isaac smiled. “Just different. But I’m different too.” His tender gaze met David’s.
    David smiled and wondered if Aaron really wouldn’t mind if he held Isaac’s hand or touched his arm in front of him. But he kept his hands to himself anyway.
    “We’re all different, which is exactly what the Amish are afraid of. They definitely don’t want women outside the home. I can’t imagine what Mom and Dad would think of Jen. She works more than I do, and she makes a hell of a lot more money than a new teacher.”
    David blinked. Although he’d heard June and people in movies use the word hell casually, it was still jarring to hear it come so easily from Aaron.
    Aaron sighed, gazing at his wedding photos. “No matter which Amish community and how different the Ordnung , the goal is always to make everyone and everything fit into little boxes. I could never squeeze in.”
    “And the boxes are all measured right down to the quarter inch, just like our boots, and hats, and buggies, and every last thing,” David said. The freedom the English enjoyed seemed impossible.
    Aaron laughed ruefully. “I sure don’t miss that. It was so strange at first, buying clothes and trying to figure out what size I was. Not having to worry about hems or brims being exactly a certain length or width. Not having to wear galluses anymore.” He tapped his