“Stay still!” Mami said. “When are we going home?” I said, as she tried to tuck in my shirt. Every time she dressed me up, my shirt would end up hanging out of my pants. I don’t know why. “Soon,” she said. Mami buttoned my shirt to the top and
We were playing in a bar next to the airport, waiting for Papi’s plane. Mami, Titi Evelyn, Tio Poco Loco, and the Skipper were drinking beer and rum and coke. The little, little planes that flew to Ponce kept flying over our heads but none of them with Papi yet.