mumbled.
Michiko held her rice ball on the palm of her hand and nibbled it.
âDid the Ainu draw rock pictures too?â she asked.
Ted shrugged. âI donât know,â he said. âAll I know is the bear is important to them.â He tossed Clarence a second rice ball. âYou know something funny?â he asked.
âWhat,â they said in unison. Michiko giggled.
âBoth tribes, on different sides of the world, knew the same things.â He patted the side of the red rowboat. âThey both knew how to build boats and how to catch fish.â
They finished their lunch in silence. Michiko thought about the people of the wilderness.
âWell, Clarence,â Ted said when everything theyâd brought was eaten. âYou and I have got to do some serious fishing.â He pushed the
Apple
away from shore and let it drift.
Clarence stuck a fresh minnow on his hook and threw his line over the side.
By the time the sun went behind the mountains, a dozen shimmering trout flopped about the bottom of the boat.
âThanks a lot,â Clarence said to Ted as they returned the small red boat to its wooded cove. He held his fish up with pride as he made his way into the forest. Then he stopped, turned back and yelled. âSee you in school, Millie.â
Michiko looked sideways at her uncle. Busy with his tackle box, he didnât seem to have noticed.
Eleven
How to Spot a Jap
The next morning, Michiko found Clarence waiting for her by the bridge. They leaned over the railing, watching the river rush noisily around the bend. Michiko pondered the differences between them. She wondered if Clarence knew she was Japanese. Together they walked up the main road to the schoolyard.
Georgeâs bike rested against the school wall. He stood on top of the schoolyard picnic table, waving a roll of yellow paper. âIâm telling you,â he said as he hit his knee with the paper, âsoon this place will be swarming with them.â
Clarence leaned his tall, thin frame against the side wall. Michiko moved into the shade of the only tree in the dusty yard. Even though it was early, the sun beat down without mercy.
âThose houses in the orchard are being built for Japs,â George announced.
âWhy?â asked a boy from the crowd.
âBecause they got kicked off the Island,â George replied. âDonât you know thereâs a war going on?â
âMy dadâs gone off to fight,â another boy announced proudly.
âBobâs dad is off fighting the Japs,â George said. âWhat do we do?â
No one spoke, making George answer his own question. âWe build houses and make them feel right at home.â He pointed the roll of paper at the crowd. âIs that fair?â he asked. âIs it fair that Bobâs dad is fighting the Japs, and weâre helping them?â
The children looked at each other. A couple of them shrugged.
Then one boy spoke up. âI thought the new people in town were Chinese.â
âIâm telling you theyâre Japs,â George said.
âHow are we supposed to know the difference?â a girl asked.
Michiko wrapped her arms around her waist, her stomach in knots.
George waved the roll of paper in his hands with glee. âI was hoping youâd ask,â he said. He smacked it into the palm of his hand. âThis is what I want to show you.â He turned the roll sideways and opened it. âMy dad brought this home from the city.â
The crowd of boys and girls surged forward.
â
Two men are picked up by a patrol
,â George read out loudly.
âWhatâs a patrol?â one of the girls asked.
âItâs a military word,â George barked. âStop interrupting.â He began again. â
Two men are picked up by a patrol. One man is Chinese, and one man is Japanese. How do you tell the difference?â
He stopped and eyed the crowd.
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