“Trust me,” he said. “These things hold a lot. They have, um, polymers and stuff. I learned that in school.”
“OK,” she said, leaving the floor for the bed.
It was a snug fit, one which would have been unbearably awkward in another year or two. Libby took the end closest to the wall, followed by Andy. They were diapered and would not need to climb over anyone to get up to use the bathroom. Jake lay to Andy’s right, then Tony took the end. The one upside to the arrangement was that nobody was cold.
“Andy?” Jake asked. Andy wondered if his brother would ever learn when to stop talking.
“What?” Andy said.
“Can we build a snowman tomorrow?”
“Maybe,” Andy said. ‘Maybe’ rarely satisfied Jake, but on that occasion it did.