“It’s okay, Eisley, we’ll get through this. It’s just another punishment. We’ve been through this.” He reached the filthy sink, black with mildew, and twisted the old knobs. It squeaked and yellow water poured from it. Kansas picked up the green plastic cup we shared and filled it. We took turns drinking until our empty bellies were full. We’d grown accustomed to this, but it didn’t make it any easier.
