Sublime

My father had not so much left us as completed, made visible, an absence that had been present among us all along.

Mongnan was meticulous, and the catalog was complete. This box, he suddenly understood, was the closest thing his nation had to the phone book he’d seen in Texas.

indignities

The destruction of the finest is natural, it confirms them.

“What’s

nisei

pitiless.

had the temerity

EPILOGUE