He lifted Max’s leg by the pajamas and got up, careful not to disturb Mía, who now snuggled close to Max.Įfrén stepped over the pair of pint-sized legs and arms blocking his path. There was a potful of leftover frijoles from last night’s dinner, and that meant she would for sure be making fresh sopes this morning-Efrén’s favorite.īut before that, Efrén had something important to do. Any minute now, she’d wake up, unwrap her blankets, and go right to the kitchen to make breakfast. It seemed no matter how early Efrén tried getting up, he just couldn’t catch Apá getting ready for work.Īmá was the same way and never slept in. No sign of his heavy jacket or scuffed-up work boots by the front door either. Efrén yawned himself fully awake before turning toward his parents’ side of the room. Max spun around in his sleep and planted his other foot in Efrén’s face. Smiling, Efrén licked the tip of his pinky and gave a wet willy to Max’s pudgy toe.Įfrén covered his mouth and stifled his laughter as a sleeping Max pulled away his leg. But then he caught sight of a tiny hole on the right foot of his little brother’s flannel onesie. How Max managed to roll over Efrén during the middle of the night was beyond him. She was fast asleep, cuddled at the edge of their mattress with the same naked plush doll whose clothes she’d taken off and lost a long time ago.
He squinted at the bright yellow rays peeking in through the broken window blinds and looked to his left.
Once again, Efrén Nava woke up to a chubby pajamaed foot in his face.
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