him and his folks and two brothers and two sisters worked our land. lived in a picker's cabin at first.
they fished t'gether. went to school. carl junior treated him like a white person. like any friend.
don't sell, carl. you'll regret it.
don't go wavin' new church clothes at me. we're not such paupers as sell to japs, are we? for what, a pouch of fancy pipe tobacco?
you wear the pants, doncha? go ahead, sell our land to a jap and see what comes of it.
carl held it for 'em. called it a lease. they make payments every june and december.
their kids was born here. so when the oldest, that one there, was twenty. last payment gets made, and he could own it.
but they missed their last two payments. so that was that.
march 1942, orders came down. japs had eight days before the army was gonna cart 'em off.
japs are shrewd. offer berries he can't use. soften us up about those two payments still to come.
thought you was givin' us those.
didn't you come in here givin' them away? now you want $130, after our labor and fertilizer. is that what you come here hopin' on?
i spit on him, and he's pretending it didn't happen that way. how could anyone trust people like that?
you want more coffee?
take that back. and do it now.
those japs owe us. i don't want nothin' confusing that.
i said now, boy. supper's in forty minutes.
road ended october 1944, when my husband passed away.
i sold all the land to our neighbor, ole jurgensen. got a fair price, this time. and.
sent all their equity back to those japs down in california. which i didn't have to do. specially since my boy was out in the pacific, gettin' shot at by japs at the time.
in the war. europe, i believe. they could hardly send him to the pacific, could they?
just showed up at my door, big as life and twice as mean. wanted to talk to my son.
he's over the ocean, fighting the japs. they're just about licked.
when mr. heine passed away, i couldn't farm the place myself, could i? you're gonna have to talk to ole abou.
i was s'posed to tell him there's some illegal contract muddling things up? you folks didn't make your pay- ments. in america, bank comes in and repossesses your land. i didn't do anything wrong.
get out of here.
well. every time i see him in town or somewhere, he's starin' at me with these narrow eyes. givin' me his mean face.
that he'd keep an eye on miyamoto. watch out for him.
he said he wished kabuo would forget about his seven acres, and stop lookin' at us cross-eyed.
tried to. defaulted on their payments.
a thousand.
is that your third question?
you done your math right.