What I'm thinking about right now is Wicked Stepfather. It's strange to me how uncompromising he was when I was at home about some of his beliefs and rules and yet how flaky he was about other matters. To us girls he preached unendingly about the freedom we had in Christ and that he didn't condone legalism. (Hmm -if only he lived like that!)
Like he would say that he didn't really see the big deal about females garbed in pants to we three girls, and then when we mentioned it to Mama in his presence, hoping to start a conversation about it, Big Jim would splutter indignantly and say he hadn't said any such thing, and Melody and I would exchange looks of disbelief - we had both been there, after all!
And what was far worse to me than him playing with my mind about our clothes was when he did it about college. See, Mama never faltered from her opinions: she had certain rules she wanted to see followed in our wardrobe, and there was virtually never any hope for me
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