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Show 106 signs; the men merely waited for the MP to turn the corner before they entered a movie. In Higashi, by contrast, the Engineer MPs checked each performance, and the Japanese police had been ordered to report anyone venturing outside the narrow Free area in the Hommachi. So it was that newcomers found a complex process of initiation awaiting them, as was apparent, at the train, the day Mrs Satterwhite introduced Mrs.Rryce to some of the Detachment ladies. Mrs Bryce was taller and broader than Mrs Satterwhite -- anvil, Phyllis observed, to the latter's hammer. Her feet were square, as were her shoulders and, oddly enough, her forehead. Her voice was direct, har approach forthright. "Japs," she said, as Evelyn Murakami crossed her field of vision. "you got Japs?" "Japanese-Americans. We call them nisei." "Funny-looking people: Japs," said Mrs Bryce, her great square head bending out over her oblong torso and tubular feet. "What kind of outfit?" "Intelligence. Three detachments, all under one command." "Oh yes. I've heard. They shack up with Japs. Don't understand their taste. In some places, like Tokyo, they're marrying!" "What's wrong -- " "Marrying a Jap. May be all right for the neesy, as you call 'em; they're Japs already, but a white man - " She |