Sublime

nisei

Wherever her family went, she became the node that connected all wandering Americans worth knowing.

But like many model immigrants, he can be angry.

Every so often the passing 7 train dismantles her.

“You know, I don’t think she ever lost her shit around her white friends.” “Yeah, well,” Erin said ruefully, “we were family.”

Shobashi comes alive at night. From appearances, it’s a dump. And from sundown to sun-up, on the third floor of a building throbbing with karaoke reverb, you’ll find the bar where Makiko works, five nights a week, from seven until around midnight.

decepticated,