We'd bloated the tube with so much air that it became gangly, looking like the time lapse of an orbiting stress ball. I and the two Somalian men from the store hunched around it, straining to locate the blame for another flat tire. The third in two weeks. Did you hear a hiss? We hushed and listened and hushed. One of the men held the inner tube up to his face, feeling for the teeny gust on his cheek.