... and as you tighten the lid on, it squeeks ever so slightly as the glass rubs along the rubber, and as your rubber gloves rub along the lid.
That done, you slowly strip off your rubber gloves, one by one, taking care not to get any water on your arms. The rubber gloves, half inside out, quiver slightly on the kitchen counter, as if they were shivering in delight.
-- What do you want to do now, you ask?
-- Eleanor's party is tomorrow. We promised to bring the balloons.
-- You found balloons?
-- Yes, I say, keeping my voice as steady as I can. Ten latex rubber balloons. The long kind you can twist into shapes. In my mind I can already hear them squeel as I twist them, the thin rubber rubbing on itself...