“W
here’s your costume?” Ari asked when I came home after Megillah leining Purim morning.
I avoided his eyes. “Um, nowhere?”
“You’re not gonna put anything on?” Ari was wearing a bowler hat and a baggy suit with a bow tie.
“What are you supposed to be?”
“Depends on who you are. I could be just a weirdo, or for those in the know, I’m Laurel from Laurel and Hardy.”
“Not Laurel and Yanny?”
Ari burst out laughing. “Good one. Put something, anything, it could be tiny, on. Please.”
