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stairs brought the old jump and scurey and guilty feeling. Not that there was anything to be guilty of- but when you have to hide or hurry out of sight it adds up to the same thing.

I didn't want the three older children to loose the respect they had for their dad. (Step-dad, I should say.) He is so good to them and loves them very much and it would break our hearts for a barrier to be between any of us. I didn't want his two little boys to feel "funny" about their dad either. So with all my fears and worries it was I who put the barrier up.

I wouldn't hurt Julie for the world, but still I was hurting her. She felt the kids ought to know what TV is and her desires for such. Not me! I was dead set against it. But time went on with one blue mood after another until Julie began to really be ill.

Finally we took the bull by the horns little by little Julie came out in heels and didn't run. Or she "broke in mom's new shoes" and clowned around until the time was right for a discussion. (I should say that we are the same size so Julie can wear my shoes.)

She

First, I believe it was with our daughter. was understanding about it and felt that if her father wished to wear dresses and heels and so on, it was ok by her. The boys didn't mind either - nor did or do they dislike Julie now. The oldest boy is not one for nylon sheets or a nylon pillow slip or anything similar. But, if that is what Julie likes it is fine with him.

Now, it is just routine for Julie to appear and do the dishes or iron or just relax with the family. It's a wonderful thing to be able to relax. So all my fears of a comment to a friend at school or one of our friends were only in my own head. When Julie

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