On the train, I held the five gallon water jug
acquired at the insurance company
where I was working for the summer
carefully on my lap.
It was a hot Boston summer day. I was wearing a plaid dress.
A man for whose kids I sometimes babysat
sat down beside me.

The train headed north.
He asked me what I was going to do with the five gallon jug.
"Make beer," I said.

"And I thought you were the only sane one in the family."



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