You always think events like seeing your grandmother pooping will be horrible, but it wasn’t. I just said excuse me and then went to my room and cried. It was more like an ocular gag reflex than actual tears.

Little did either of us know I would return the favor within minutes. I ran out of toilet paper, and assuming everyone was asleep, I crossed the hall with my pants at my ankles in search of a new roll.

Each time we just exchanged blank stares then carried on.

It been an odd night.