“But Dad…” Actually our step-Dad.
“And while you’re at it get those jeans off. You can wear jeans when you see me wearing them. Hell will freeze over first. Get used to dressing properly.”
We hated him, his cruel restrictions. Mum had no say. He bullied her too. Hurt her.
He died soon after. Broken neck. Fell downstairs. We all agreed. Hope he enjoys the afterlife wearing blue jeans.
We wear them too. He said we could.