Sinda found us a large, empty mattress at the end of the row that she said we could use. It was filthy, the blankets scrunched up at one end exposing stains and worn spots all over the bed. I grimaced as Sinda shook out a blanket and laid it flat on the mattress, hiding the ugliness. “You have to pick a place to sleep early if you want to stay together,” she explained. “The beds are first come, first served, and don’t be surprised if someone else asks to squeeze in after hours.”
“Can we say no?” Kyer asked, giving me a worried look.
“This one will be full,” Sinda told him. “Three to a queen is about all you can get in comfortably.”
I didn’t know what she meant by queen, but one word snagged in my mind and turned my thoughts to the task at hand. “Three?”
She rolled her eyes. “Me, you, a
