The Cot in the Living Room

No one comes over on Tuesday. “Can I sleep here tonight?” I ask Mami. “But you have your own bed.” I tell her that my sister snores. Which is true.

Mami shrugs. “Okay,” she

says.

We put warm sheets on the cot, and I smooth them over until there isn’t a single wrinkle left.

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