wisconsin 2:2
Can I have one? asked Jill. Surely, said the man with the cooler and before I could object he'd opened his lid. It was just as well. She'd been edgy for days. Maybe one cold beer was just the thing. What's yer flavor, he asked her. She took a Chugwater, the union beer, popped the lid and drank it down in one pour. The lid was already closed. He didn't offer another. Just come from the Shriner's Children's Circus picnic, he said, indicating back the way he'd come, had these left over. You don't say. I was lightheaded from the sun and the beer. Right neighborly of you to refresh us such, I said. Can I offer you a lift? Which way y'all goin'? he said. We have no idea, I said. Well, then, he said, smiling and showing us a veritable shrine of golden teeth. We went his way, let him off, kept going that way. He never offered more than that one cold beer and that temporary direction. Out here, we take what we can find.
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