A gay man and a small-town beauty. An inexplicable marriage and the inevitable divorce. A miracle child, growing up during an unfathomable plague. Despite our heritage, we weren't pioneers, we were accidental astronauts. We were spaceship stowaways in a simple love story made complicated by the world but made extraordinary by its participants. For as long as I can remember, this book has always been, "The Unexpected Son." It feels somewhat ambiguous, but "AIDS in a Time of Mormonism," "Love in a Time of Persecution," or any other witty title that I could apply feels far more dramatic than the narrative itself. It was just a childhood to me. It is a good story; I hope I tell it well

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