Chapter 57

Nobuo Tsuchino swung around.

Tom Alan flinched; he actually thought the slight man was about to strike him. And if he had, if he had, no way would Tom Alan have fought back. Maybe out of respect, maybe because he felt he had it coming.

Tsuchino took his son by the shoulders and started to cry. “Now I am ashamed of myself.”

“Papa.”

“Ku areba raku ari.” The elder sat beside his son on the bed. “I am a worrisome old man,” he said, his face in his hands. “I am wrong to act this way—in front of a child. It is not right.”

“I’m not a child, Papa. I am a man. Perhaps soon, someday, your equal.” He didn’t know if he dared say such a thing, if that was disrespectful by Japanese standards. He’d lived there long enough, but somehow, he still didn’t know all he should. He just wanted to say something helpful. “I’m sorry you’re upset. Papa?”

Tsuchino didn’t answer him.

“Papa. Please.”