Anna slept on my sofa. I insisted that she sleep in my bed and that I didn't mind sleeping on the sofa, but she refused. “Take it as a form of protest against this place,” she said. “You should live in at least a two-bedroom place, Edmon. Haven't you ever thought about visitors before?” she said, arguing with me. So Anna seemed to be the big sister at that point. It was funny, in a way. She huffed and puffed as she put the sofa to bed, and I helped her as I listened to her complaint about everything.
“You never visit me. Neither do the others in the family, not even Dad,” I explained. “There was no need for me to buy a bigger place. Besides, people who come here usually sleep with me in the master bedroom,” I said, exposing myself in a way. Anna stopped and stared at me for a few seconds
