As the train pulled into San Jose and stopped for twenty minutes, I sent Bertha Cool a wire:
Edna Cutler should be good for a ten thousand fee because we have brought undisclosed assets into the community funds. Silk stockings aren’t made in Japan, Will send you a cherry blossom instead. Love.
The man at the Western Union counted the words, took my money, said, “You’ll want to put an address on this, Mr. Lam, where the party can reply?”
I didn’t crack a smile. “Care U.S.N., Tokyo,” I said.
He wrote it down.