![]() “When we’re finished, your mother will meet you and take you to the PX. “Yes, sir.” He will have his picture taken with his father, and it will appear in all the newspapers and magazines in America. “Your mother explained about the photographers, didn’t she?” His father has not turned his head once since they got into the car, not toward the boy or toward the crowds. ![]() “Yes, Father,” he murmurs and steals a glance at the figure seated beside him in the backseat. Even when it reprimands him, it is the voice he loves. ![]() He sees a tiny old woman in a gray kimono, a sunburned man in a white shirt and black pants, a mother with a baby strapped to her back. “Look at all the people!” The boy raises his finger to the car window. It is a short ride to GHQ, General Headquarters, the office from which his father rules Japan. Normally the boy is not allowed to ride in the big Cadillac, the special car reserved for work, but today is special. ![]() Traffic must stop whenever the boy’s father travels, so the road is completely empty. ![]()
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