Chapter 14
Sarah didn’t know what to make of James’ latest letter. Was he expecting something to happen? Something bad? Was he saying good-bye? He seemed confused, she thought, disjointed, as though he didn’t know himself what he was trying to say. Nothing was edited out, no heavy black marker deleted his words, there were no scissor cuttings. There was nothing the censors didn’t like. But Sarah couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to happen. How odd, she thought, that James had been telling her about Keiko, and then suddenly he begins communicating with her. Sarah opened the bottom right drawer of James’ seventeenth century desk and, while there were no letters from the 1940s, she did find several black and white photographs of Manzanar—snapshots of the people living in th
