T
he front door opened. I was in the corner of the dining room nursing a coffee. I wasn’t hiding from Ari, but I was wary of seeing him after his Purim seudah comments.
He’d fallen asleep at the end of the seudah so I hadn’t had a sober moment with him yet, and I didn’t know what to say to him. Somewhere in my head I thought that if Ari sought me out, it would mean he wanted to see me, so I sat in the corner, just a little out of the way.
“Shifra?” Ari called.
“Dining room,” I answered.
He peeked his head through the archway. “I’m the one with the hangover who needs dark corners.”
I chuckled. Was he going to totally ignore the elephant in the room?
