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Show Flying - 21 Noise and loud voices coming from next door wake him. The man wants the light left on and his girl is modest. They scream at each other in English and Spanish, louder and louder until a cop starts banging on the door. Between yelling that she's not that kind of girl and that her customer's a pervert, the girl explains. Finally she opens the door for the cop, who makes her give the money back and leads the customer out through the garden and into the street. John Henry goes back to sleep. And is awakened immediately by a hand shaking his shoulder. "Hey, soldier, this my room. You got to go." No, baby, no. Not now. For the love of God let me sleep. Let me sleep. The hand gets stronger. "Hey, soldier. Wake up." Maybe if I just curl up tighter and pretend I don't hear. The blanket is pulled away and light hurts his eyes even through tight-closed lids. "Come on, soldier, get up. I need this room. This my room." John Henry reaches blindly for the pillow and shuts everything out by pulling it hard over his head. The hand begins to pound on his back, on his shoulders, on the pillow. |