“Home?” Mr. Sato said. “This is home. Will we ever have another?”
“Of course you will,” I said. “You can tell Mrs. Sato her family heirlooms are safe. And I found a good home for Peppy.”
Mr. Sato nodded, and I saw the alcohol-induced haze lifting. “Thank you, Professor. But why are you here?”
“I thought I might be more use inside the camp than outside,” I said.
Keiko stood next to her father, still wary of him, though she kept her voice light. “How can you teach here?” she asked me. “You’re a university professor.”
“I can be a high school teacher,” I said. “The administrators agreed that some older students might need night classes if they work during the day.”
“Is that all you teach are night classes?”
I pretended I didn’t hear her question. “I’m glad I found you because I thought
