“Are you shitting?” Lo asks with bite. We’re video chatting, so he has a pristine view of the bathroom wall behind me. “Nah, I’m relaxing. Toilet is where I do my best thinking.” My voice sounds a little tighter than usual. “Must be where you do yours.” He’s leaning on a blue tiled wall of what resembles a bathroom. Likely the one in Lily’s hospital room. “I’m not having a come to Jesus with the toilet, Paul. That’s all you.”
