NagasakiHe couldn’t understand why the American boy had insisted on following him. Yuji didn’t enjoy being thrown out of the restroom by the security guard. There was no need for this boy to have prolonged the memory of it. He hoped he could communicate—without using his broken English—his desire to be left alone. Yuji figured by hurrying down to the subway platform and not looking back the boy would take the hint. Apparently not. Americans are a determined people.
Simply losing him seemed far easier—though Yuji admitted crueler—than trying to explain to him that he had to catch a train. Punctuality had never been a strong suit. Jun had stressed that if he found him coming to the bar even one second late ever again, he would replace him. “And this time I mean it!” Jun had yelled at him th
