Harry’s bladder had been uncomfortable for a half-hour before he requested a pee break. Then it was ten more minutes on a barren stretch of road before Joseph could pull into a rest stop. This place was a densely stocked curio shop where there was no charge to use the latrine out back. Access to the toilets required traversing rows of long tables in the shop laden with hardwood carvings, mostly of wildlife.
The latrine was a ceramic-tiled pit, which was disgustingly dirty and reeked. Harry resolved that the next time he needed to stop, he’d ask them to just pull over to the side of the road, as he’d seen others do on the highway. On one end of the pit was a one-person-sized closet with no door. It had a hole in the floor. If that need arose, Harry hoped he could hold it until they arrived
