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"
Don
’
t
look
back
,
"
McCarthy
said
.
"
Look
ahead
.
To
the
business
.
"
I
am
looking
ahead
,
Frink
thought
.
He
thought
of
the
hexagram
.
What
offerings
and
libations
can
I
make
?
And
to
whom
?
The
handsome
young
Japanese
couple
who
had
visited
Robert
Childan
’
s
store
,
the
Kasouras
,
telephoned
him
toward
the
end
of
the
week
and
requested
that
he
come
to
their
apartment
for
dinner
.
He
had
been
waiting
for
some
further
word
from
them
,
and
he
was
delighted
.
A
little
early
he
shut
up
American
Artistic
Handcrafts
Inc
.
and
took
a
pedecab
to
the
exclusive
district
where
the
Kasouras
lived
.
He
knew
the
district
,
although
no
white
people
lived
there
.
As
the
pedecab
carried
him
along
the
winding
streets
with
their
lawns
and
willow
trees
,
Childan
gazed
up
at
the
modern
apartment
buildings
and
marveled
at
the
grace
of
the
designs
.
The
wrought
-
iron
balconies
,
the
soaring
yet
modern
columns
,
the
pastel
colors
,
the
uses
of
varied
textures
…
it
all
made
up
a
work
of
art
.
He
could
remember
when
this
had
been
nothing
but
rubble
from
the
war
.
The
small
Japanese
children
out
playing
watched
him
without
comment
,
then
returned
to
their
football
or
baseball
.
But
,
he
thought
,
not
so
the
adults
;
the
well
-
dressed
young
Japanese
,
parking
their
cars
or
entering
the
apartment
buildings
,
noticed
him
with
greater
interest
.
Did
he
live
here
?
they
were
perhaps
wondering
.
Young
Japanese
businessmen
coming
home
from
their
offices
…
even
the
heads
of
Trade
Missions
lived
here
.
He
noticed
parked
Cadillacs
.
As
the
pedecab
took
him
closer
to
his
destination
,
he
became
increasingly
nervous
.
Very
shortly
,
as
he
ascended
the
stairs
to
the
Kasouras
’
apartment
,
he
thought
,
Here
I
am
,
not
invited
in
a
business
context
,
but
a
dinner
guest
.
He
had
of
course
taken
special
pains
with
his
attire
;
at
least
he
could
be
confident
of
his
appearance
.
My
appearance
,
he
thought
.
Yes
,
that
is
it
.
How
do
I
appear
?
There
is
no
deceiving
anyone
;
I
do
not
belong
here
.
On
this
land
that
white
men
cleared
and
built
one
of
their
finest
cities
.
I
am
an
outsider
in
my
own
country
.
He
came
to
the
proper
door
along
the
carpeted
hall
,
rang
the
bell
.
Presently
the
door
opened
.
There
stood
young
Mrs
.
Kasoura
,
in
a
silk
kimono
and
obi
,
her
long
black
hair
in
shining
tangle
down
her
neck
,
smiling
in
welcome
.
Behind
her
in
the
living
room
,
her
husband
,
with
drink
in
hand
,
nodding
.
"
Mr
.
Childan
.
Enter
.
"
Bowing
,
he
entered
.
