He returned with a six-pack of beer. “Is that it?” I asked him. “Yeah,” he said. “What, did I get the wrong kind?” “No, it’s just . . . I thought you were getting beer for both of us.” He looked at the six-pack and tried to make sense of my complaint. “I did,” he said, opening a bottle and offering it to me. Up to that point in my life I had honestly never seen anyone buy just a six-pack of beer.
