Richard cupped his hands again. “How—how do you—go to the toilet?” “I’ve got a can up here,” said the voice. Richard turned and walked back the way he had come. He walked along Lighthouse and up through the pines and he came to his house and let himself in. As he undressed he knew his wife was awake. She bubbled a little when she was asleep. He got into bed and she made room for him. “He’s got a can up there,” Richard said.
