Coming up the stairs we could hear the voices of people talking and laughing, the sounds of a guitar strumming. Dick went right on through and out to the porch, but I had to use the bathroom, and so I went down the hall. This was the bathroom in which I had surprised Shirley on the toilet, so this time I took no chances. The door was slightly ajar, and the light was off, but I knocked anyway, and when no one answered I said, УHello?Ф (talking to myself, as usual). Silence only responded, and so I went in, and after I clicked on the light I quickly made sure to turn the thumb-switch on the deadbolt. I really had to pee. Besides the drinks I had had on the porch and in the kitchen, and the half-bottle of SchmidtТs I carried with me, there had been that large bottle of excellent ale I had drunk with Dick in France. I thought about it all as I urinated, the fat French tax free cigarettes still burning slowly between my lips.