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When
Beth
gave
her
the
glass
,
Mrs
.
Wheatley
said
,
“
I
guess
you
’
ve
never
had
a
beer
before
.
”
“
I
’
m
sixteen
.
”
“
Well
…
”
Mrs
.
Wheatley
frowned
.
She
lifted
the
tab
with
a
little
pop
and
poured
expertly
into
Beth
’
s
glass
until
the
white
collar
stood
above
the
rim
.
“
Here
,
”
she
said
,
as
though
offering
medicine
.
Beth
sipped
the
beer
.
She
had
never
had
it
before
but
it
tasted
much
as
she
had
expected
,
as
though
she
had
always
known
what
beer
would
taste
like
.
She
tried
not
to
make
a
face
and
finished
almost
half
the
glass
.
Mrs
.
Wheatley
reached
out
from
the
bed
and
poured
the
rest
of
it
in
.
Beth
drank
another
mouthful
.
It
stung
her
throat
slightly
,
but
then
she
felt
a
sensation
of
warmth
in
her
stomach
.
Her
face
was
flushed
—
as
though
she
were
blushing
.
She
finished
off
the
glassful
.
“
Goodness
,
”
Mrs
.
Wheatley
said
,
“
you
shouldn
’
t
drink
so
fast
.
”
“
I
’
d
like
another
,
”
Beth
said
.
She
was
thinking
of
Townes
,
how
he
had
looked
after
they
finished
playing
and
she
stood
up
to
leave
.
He
had
smiled
and
taken
her
hand
.
Just
holding
his
hand
for
that
short
time
made
her
cheeks
feel
the
way
the
beer
had
.
She
had
won
seven
fast
games
from
him
.
She
held
her
glass
tightly
and
for
a
moment
wanted
to
throw
it
on
the
floor
as
hard
as
she
could
and
watch
it
shatter
.
Instead
she
walked
over
,
picked
up
another
can
of
beer
,
put
her
finger
in
the
ring
and
opened
it
.
“
You
really
shouldn
’
t
…
”
Mrs
.
Wheatley
said
.
Beth
filled
her
glass
.
“
Well
,
”
Mrs
.
Wheatley
said
,
resigned
,
“
if
you
’
re
going
to
do
that
,
let
me
have
one
too
.
I
just
don
’
t
want
you
to
be
sick
…
”
Beth
banged
her
shoulder
against
the
door
frame
going
into
the
bathroom
and
barely
got
to
the
toilet
in
time
.
It
stung
her
nose
horribly
as
she
threw
up
.
After
she
finished
,
she
stood
by
the
toilet
for
a
while
and
began
to
cry
.
Yet
,
even
while
she
was
crying
,
she
knew
that
she
had
made
a
discovery
with
the
three
cans
of
beer
,
a
discovery
as
important
as
the
one
she
had
made
when
she
was
eight
years
old
and
saved
up
her
green
pills
and
then
took
them
all
at
one
time
.
With
the
pills
there
was
a
long
wait
before
the
swooning
came
into
her
stomach
and
loosened
the
tightness
.
The
beer
gave
her
the
same
feeling
with
almost
no
wait
.
“
No
more
beer
,
honey
,
”
Mrs
.
Wheatley
said
when
Beth
came
back
into
the
bedroom
.
“
Not
until
you
’
re
eighteen
.
”
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*
*
