He had found the crapper through a small corridor which started at the foot of the stairs and Opened the door into the bright, white-tiled room. The first thing in the room that struck his eye was the sight of a tall young Navy man, tugging at his uniform, vaguely adjusting here and there, standing before -the large mirrors above the wash basin. Sonny noticed immediately that they were alone in the room and the sailor looked at him, threw him a half smile, and nodded. Sonny returned the smile.
He saw the trim neatness of the, tightly tailored uniform, the slim figure and slender legs accentuated by the flaring bell-bottoms of the trousers. Reaching into his left breast pocket, the sailor took out a comb, still looking at Sonny as…