...picked up on a long walk and carried home in your pocket
Friday, September 3
The older boy catches on. He points at the cup the smallest boy is drinking from. His mother takes him by the hand back over to the water fountain, asks him where he got his cup from. He points up to the clean ones perched on the top of the fountain. Far up above him. She looks at the dirty cups piled up in the bin next to them. She takes his cup from him, gets him a clean one.