It was legal. Over in Saudi Arabia, as long as you had money, you could marry several wives. It was legal.
And he couldn't say Barry was wrong, either. Otherwise, he would be disrespecting someone else's way of life. Barry was Saudi Arabian now, so if he wanted to marry several wives, that was his choice.
Wally fell silent. The night breeze drifted by, and his thoughts became a tangled mess.
Because his first reaction had actually been that this was wonderful!
The sudden thought startled even Wally himself, because it did not fit his usual moral standards. It was as though some hurdle in his heart had collapsed without him realizing it, and he began to doubt himself.
But reason told him that he was not having some kind of episode. He was thinking this way for his aunt's sake.
Iris West was Wally's aunt. They were less than ten years apart in age, but Wally belonged to the younger generation.
After Barry and Iris broke up, Wally had watched his aunt grow more and more despondent with each passing day, as if she had lost her soul. She also realized that she could not compare to Patty in any respect, so she sank deeper and deeper into inferiority.
Precisely because she had no outstanding qualities, she had cared especially deeply about Barry's opinion when they had been dating. At the slightest thing, she wanted to have a talk with her boyfriend.
Barry went out for a run at night, and after he came home, she wanted to talk; Barry got up early the next morning, and she worried, so she wanted to talk; Barry did not finish his lunch at noon, and she worried that her cooking was bad, so she wanted to talk again.
As her nephew