Translated from Spanish by Kelsi Vanada
Why do they keep kicking up all the dust in this house? Everyone’s celebrating something I don’t remember. At my height I can just see skirts tottering around with pants, stuck together like two bricks. I look down at beer bottle caps like islands floating in the desert. It’s just me and all my girl cousins. We’ve decided to play under the bed and we’re hiding. Then the door bursts open and we go silent. Above us, our aunt and uncle seem to be playing too, our aunt goes to pieces, it breaks off and our uncle is just breathing very fast, we don’t know what they’re doing but we sense they’re hugging and happy. Their game lasts for one song and then they go back to the party. My cousins look at each other through their giggles and coax me out of the darkness.