Danny was in rehab. A drinker, smoker, god-knows-what-else-er, this was his third try.
When Scott, Danny’s cousin, was ending the visit, he gave Danny a ball of red yarn.
“Drop it out your window, and wait,” Scott said. Under the window, glancing quickly and pulling a six pack out of his jacket, Scott tied the thin plastic handle to the yarn.
As Danny pulled the beer cans into the air, the just setting sun reflected off the slick metal, and Scott gave Danny a salute. Danny nodded back.
A few weeks later he would fail rehab the third, and last, time