He went into the enormous vault-ceilinged bathroom and came right back out. Are they going to watch me?
They’re celebrating, I said, they are glad you have returned.
He still didn’t understand why those four black beings were twenty feet up in the air, dancing slowly in the arched windows.
Haven’t you ever been so happy that someone had come back, that your heart had to create something outside your body?
But I’m just shaving, he said.
Yes, you are shaving, you have come home, everyone is glad.