"Crowded
along the rail around the racetrack, watching for arriving friends,
were hundreds of Japanese who had been evacuated earlier from
the Bay Area. The first familiar face Yuki saw was Mr. Toda. She
waved eagerly and he waved back in an awkward sort of salute.
Yuki waved again and again, feeling better just at the sight of
someone she knew."
"They rode all night and through the day and still another night before they reached Utah. Yuki had never spent two more miserable nights in all her life. The rain was hot and stuffy, the water ran out, and the seats grew harder every minute."
"The minute Yuki stepped off the bus, she felt the white powdery dust of the desert engulf her like a smothering blanket. The Boy Scout Drum and Bugle Corps had come out to welcome the incoming buses, but now they looked like flour-dusted cookies that had escaped from a bakery."
Page Researchers: Anthony and Lean; Illustrator: Lean
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