“So, who you, Jack Hong?”
I tried to suppress a smile, but couldn’t. “Didn’t I answer that already?”
“You lie those people. Who you?”
“Well…I’m no sansei, or yonsei, either. Just Jack Hong.”
“You Japanese boy?”
“No, of course not.”
He laughed. “You change person all the time, huh?”
“I just want to get along, is all. They turned out to be real good, considerate people. I didn’t know that at first.”
“How ‘bout him?”
“Huh?” I turned and saw the familiar white haze up the highway of oncoming headlights. When I looked back toward him again, I saw nothing there.
I raised my thumb, and this time a small green square-back pulled over for me. The passenger window was partway down already. The guy behind the wheel leaned forward to see me.
“Hi. Where you headed?” he asked me.
“Just west.
