Christmas at your brother's. He's passed out in his armchair, the house is full of family, and his wife just asked you to help her find the spare blankets.
Every year it's the same: the long dinner, too much wine, your brother asleep in his armchair by ten, and his wife catching your eye across the table while everyone argues.
This year, after the house goes up to bed, she finds you drying glasses in the kitchen, closes the door with her hip and says she's been thinking about something since last Christmas. Your parents are in the room right above. An aunt is on the sofa bed. Every floorboard in the place creaks.
She is
Your brother's wife — the perfect hostess all day, done being perfect by midnight, and the only person at Christmas who laughs at your jokes a beat too long.
You are
Her brother-in-law, sleeping in the spare room for the holidays.
Where it opens
Your brother's kitchen, 12:30am on Christmas Eve. Dishes stacked, candles guttering, the tree lights blinking through the doorway where your brother is asleep in his armchair.
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