But take heed lest by any means this liberty of yours becomes a stumbling-block to anyone whose faith is not as robust as yours. (1 Corinthians 8:9)
The snowstorm that hit Billings Montana was a joy to every school child in town. School was canceled, snowmen rose from the white earth, sleds flew down hills and snowballs filled the air. For June and Dorothy, twelve year old next door neighbors,  it was a day to enjoy time together.

The snowfall was heavy that afternoon as Dorothy stepped outside to go next door. From the parlor window June saw Dorothy trudging toward the door. She leapt from the bay window seat and hurried to the door, opening it just before her friend could knock.

Dorothy entered the house laughing. “Goodness. It’s coming down harder than last night.”

“Isn’t it beautiful?” said June.

“It’s prettier from in here than it is from out there.”

“I guess so,” laughed June as she took the young girl’s wraps and hung them on the wall pegs.

“So what do you want to do?” asked Dorothy as she followed June into the warmth of the living room.

“Let’s play monopoly,” said June as she knelt down on the area rug in front of the Franklin Stove. There on the floor was the game box. The visitor sat down cross-legged next to her friend. “What’s this?” she asked.

“Monopoly!” answered June with puzzlement and surprise in her voice. She had been playing this board game since she was six years old. It didn’t seem possible that another girl her age couldn’t know about it. Dorothy’s parents were members of a strict fundamentalist church. Many things that were common practice with June’s house were forbidden in Dorothy’s. The church had many rules.

“Never heard of it.” Said Dorothy as she watched June open the box, unfold the board and pull out the pieces.

Dorothy stiffened, “Those are dice,” she said sternly, “I can’t play with those.”

June felt confused. “What? Really? What are you talking about?”

“People use those for gambling and gambling is wrong. I can’t play this game,” she said.

June was baffled into speechlessness. “What should I do?” she thought.

“Oh, I can fix that,” came a voice from the kitchen. It was June’s mother. “You just go ahead and set up the board. Explain the rules to Dorothy while I do this.”

“Do what?” asked the girls in unison. They giggled and tagged each other, “Jinx” they said together. They giggled more and tagged more, “Jinx Jinx Jinx Jinx” tag tag tag tag. They were on the couch laughing and tickling. June took off running through the house chased by her friend. When they got back to the living room Dorothy picked up a game piece, “O, cute; a little shoe!”

“OK,” said Mrs Bargelt, entering the room. “Here they are. You can use these.” She held out her hand. On her palm were two sugar cubes marked with the dots that correlated with the ivory squares. Dorothy took them in her hand and turned them over and over.

“I don’t know, Mrs Bargelt, I’ll have to ask my mom.”

“Of course dear. Phone’s in the kitchen.”

Dorothy came back into the living room with a big grin on her face. “Mom says these are OK.”

Dorothy became an avid monopoly player. She rolled with sugar, June rolled with ivory and Mrs Bargelt rolled with grace.