And now at age thirty-five we were about to hit the big time.“You have become a great negotiator,” I said toasting with my glass of brandy.“Thank you, brother,” Ricardo said doing like wise.“That was fine lunch too,” I said thinking about the meal we had just enjoyed in our favorite Cuban restaurant; thick juicy stakes, black rice with beans, and maduros washed down by cold beer.“Yes, but it was bit too much for me” Ricardo said rubbing his belly.“Those big midday meal makes me sleepy” I said.“Siesta time” Ricardo said.“Yes, my favorite time” I said thinking of my afternoon naps a tradition that I had learned from my Cuban father.“Well, if you leave now, you might have time for nap?” Ricardo said looking at his watch.“I’ll never make it,” I said.“You could siesta here,” Ricardo said pointing to the leather sofa we were sitting on.“I need a bed I can stretch out on” I said.“It’s a sofa bed, “Ricardo said patting the cushions.“Really?”“I will show you “Ricardo said he stood up and took off the leather cover revealing a folded mattress within“Let me help you.”We pulled on the mattress and the couch became a twin size bed.“See what I mean?” Ricardo said.“Looks comfortable too.”“It is I slept on it several times,”
