He put it back in his pocket and picked up the can again.

“Where are you taking that?” Paul asked.

“To the cafeteria.”

Irene was already on her way.

She led us down the hall past the trophy case and the pinned-up lunch menu.

The cafeteria was empty except for the lunch crew and the smell of tomato soup.

Irene went around behind the counter and held out her hand.

“You carried that can all the way over from the garage?”