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They kept asking.
They kept adding new things.
They continued to act like the table belonged to them and like it was my responsibility to make the bill disappear at the end.
As the last plates were taken away, my sister-in-law leaned back in her chair.
“What a wonderful dinner,” he said. “We should come more often.”
Chris laughed awkwardly.
I looked towards the entrance to the restaurant.
The waiter returned.
But he didn’t maintain a single account.
She had several of them.
First he placed a food item in front of me, which I agreed to.
Then he started walking around the table.
Account.
Y luego uno más.
And one more.
Each piece of paper was placed in front of the appropriate person.
At first no one understood.
Then they started adding.
In less than half a minute, all the adults received exactly what they asked for.
