It read: Deuteronomy 22:5 The woman shall not wear which pertaineth unto a man, neither shall a man put on a woman's garment for all that do so are an abomination unto the Lord thy God.
His mouth fell open and his eyes went wide. "What?" He said out into the room. "Why are you picking on me? I can't help it." He couldn't help that he liked girl clothes and make-up and even Cassandra's dreamy-Schneider. The last part he'd keep to himself all the way to the grave.
"Did you say something, Ronnie!" His mother hollered from her bedroom. She had her Do-Not-Disturb sign hanging on her door. Afternoons were for her cocktails and naps even though she had all day to herself for those. She didn't work like Cassandra's mom.
"No!" He yelled back. "Just doing some homework!" A trickle of sweat ran down his left temple as heat rose from his toes all the way to his cheeks. Shame and anger being the instigators.
" Just keep it down. You know your mama needs her beauty rest before the head cheese comes home."
He glanced down at the verse again. "Why are you picking on me about this, God? You know I'm different. I always have been." He fanned through the pages and it stopped in the book of James. His eyes caught a verse that he could use for confirmation. But he took it just as personally as he did the first one.
James 4:7 Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.
"What? Are you telling me this is the devil's fault?" He whispered." But you made me like this. Didn't you?"
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