Kevin's grandma drank coke every day. When he mentioned this she said it was because she only drank it when she was celebrating. And she was celebrating whenever she was with him. Lemon with coca cola. The pure cane sugar. No fake sugar shit. She bought it from a Mexican grocery store. Steve liked drinking regular coke better. And better than that he preferred 7-up and sprite.

By the time Kevin was graduating high school his grandma had lost all her teeth. All that lemon and coke probably. Kevin still had a picture of him and her smiling, her mouth looked like a bowling lane with most pins knocked out. She got dentures a few years later. But that was one of Kevin's favorite pictures.

In college he tried to not drink too much pop. When he did he would use a straw. The guys on his floor would laugh and ask why he used a straw whenever they would be at the caf. He would tell them the story about the grandma. They would just keep laughing and not seem to register what Kevin had said.

His boss Steve knew that he always used a straw. Steve never made fun of him for it. Always made sure to have extra straws.