Delilah gossiped with Aunt Meghan in the living room over glasses of white zin.
“I heard some…news about your husband.”
“OK. Let me tell you. Sometime in October he got out the Christmas lights and put them up. Said he got in the mood and went ahead and did it. That was fine, but of course now that it’s almost Christmas, he can’t be bothered to put up wreaths, buy gifts, or anything.”
“Said he’s not got the spirit just now.”
“Like he controls all of Christmas or something?”
“He said there’s no point if he’s not feeling it.”