The bride squinted at my red “Make America Great Again” baseball cap, then looked me in the eye. “Do you really like Trump?”
To which I replied, “Are you really a bride?”
She pouted, turning her head away as her mother started laughing.
“Honey, it’s a costume, he’s kidding, it’s Purim, right?” she explained to her five year old daughter. The kindergarten bride now turned to look me again through a veil, heavy mascara and even heavier suspicion.
“It’s not a funny costume” was her final verdict as she walked away towards the bouncy house that now filled the entire synagogue sanctuary.[…]
