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Next door. Knock, knock. "You got any water, man? Can I use your shower?"
Lee was naked except for a small hotel towel around his middle. It was after a game. Close to midnight.
Another door. Knock, knock. "Any water?"
Nobody was willing to relinquish his shower, so Terry walked back to his room, muttering, "Do you believe this? I can't even take a shower." There were some empty beer cans around and a stereo headset on the bed. He went into the bathroom to look things over. The hot and cold water were turned all the way on, but no water. As he stood there, staring, trying to figure out how to make it work, the water, with no apparent provocation, came on. For some reason, he wasn't surprised.
But now the problem is the forthcoming trip south. Lee is obsessed with it. Something awful is going to happen, he's sure of it. The more he talks about it the wilder the stories get. And the war in El Salvador is on his mind.
"Is there still a war going on down there? I haven't seen a paper in a while."
Someone says yes.
"We're going to be right down there, you know, near El Salvador. I know it's down around there, in that area, isn't it?"
He isn't really talking to anyone. The bus is groaning along.
"I'll bet we'll be close enough to hear it. Man, that would be so trippy, if we were down there playing ball and we could hear the war."