Where’s He Gone?

PURIM LOW It seems as if everyone loves those moments. Everyone but me. I think about the two empty bottles of wine in the recycling bin. The two my husband has said are “just strong enough to give him simchas Yom Tov.” And just enough to get me… disgusted? Embarrassed? Upset? Resentful?

“N o drinking in my house” my mother-in-law says eyeing the bottle of wine my brother-in-law removes from his bag.

“Ma it’s just one day ” he says.

My husband nudges him with an elbow. “Put it away. We can dance without getting drunk.”