Down the steps at a leisurely stroll, he eventually enters the little girl's line of vision. Her head snaps up as she sees the bottle clutched in his hand. Red and gold foil announce that its Old Milwaukee. The cap of bunched metal sits snugly fastened to the top, creating a sharp edge. The little girl's eyes flick to the cooler filled with ice and beer hours earlier and back to the beer in his hand with no signs of being cold or even cool. The glass is dry, dusty even. The little girl registers all of this and the little girl begins to scream.
