"Well, I heard a lot of bad things about him," said Hultz, "but so far he seems to be all right."
"I really haven't warmed up to this camp yet," said Rossovich ominously. Hultz looked up from his magazine, not quite sure how to interpret the remark.
Young was in the room now. He began baiting Hultz. "What would you do in your town if I were to drop in with my hair looking like this?" he asked. "Would you arrest me?"
"You'd be a suspect," said Hultz, grinning.
"What if we were both there, me and Tim, and you caught us talking to a 16-year-old girl?"
"You'd be watched very closely," said Hultz.
"Ah, bull, Don, knock it off, will you?" said Young. They laughed, Hultz with less feeling than the others.
Over at his bureau, Rossovich was going through a spectacular array of atomizers, decanters and plastic bottles, his store of lotions and perfumes. He picked up an aerosol can and began to spray the room. "Strawberry scented," he said. "My new favorite. See all these great things? Body lotions, sachets." He read from a label. " 'Carolina Strawberry Sachet.' Great stuff. I use them all. They keep my body beautiful."
As he and Young went out the door of the dormitory, Rossovich turned, cupped his hands and shouted up the stairs: "O.K., you guys, see you later! We're going to get another haircut now!"
Adrian Young said as far as he was concerned Rossovich enjoyed his lunacy more than a normal man should, and that it was becoming a question of how deep the engagement went. "Did I tell you what he did the second day of camp our rookie year? Our second day. We were lying in bed, worn out, and he started one of those endless give-and-take things: 'How far would you walk through such-and-such to do such-and-such to so-and-so?' Then I gave him one, and it went back and forth. Finally I got tired and pretended I was asleep.