The other night, we went to a family party on Long Island, and I got to meet some relatives of John’s that I’ve only heard of and another dozen no one has ever mentioned to me. Some of them were totally normal, some of them were a little nuts, and I only wanted to fight one of them. She’s a Trump supporter (“Government should be run like a business, and he’s a brilliant businessman!”), and she turned a perfectly civil conversation into a contentious argument. I bit my tongue and backed out. I’m not going to have a political argument with one of my mother-in-law’s cousins, certainly not at a holiday party/family reunion. I can’t be that in-law. I did find unlikely allies in two of John’s uncles. I knew there was a reason I liked them.