I Asked the Waiter to Split the Check

at once.

“You can have my beanbag.”

“No, my room has more wall space.”

“You can sleep by me.”

“You snore.”

“I do not.”

My mother put her hand over her mouth and laughed again.

“I might take you up on that,” she said.

“Do.”

She nodded.

And then, because families are strange and timing is ugly and life likes to stack things, she reached into her purse and pulled continue reading …