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  1. Marcia,
    An exerpt from my new novel, “Miyuki, Harvard Girl'” released by Create Space 10/16:

    Miyuki, Harvard Girl

    Chapter 1

    The Bagel

    I’m a morning person and unlike many of my fellow students I like eight o’clock classes. I’m usually up at six and neither am I one of those guys who rolls out of bed at 7:45 a.m. and stumbles into class at one minute to eight. I head for the coffee shop at 6:30 a.m., grab a copy of The Crimson and then enjoy coffee, a hard-boiled egg and a bagel. It’s my morning thing and usually I have the coffee shop to myself; just Peg the cashier and me. It’s quiet and I enjoy reading the paper. Usually around 7:30 a.m. a few regulars come in, mostly professors and a few cops.
    On a recent morning things were a little different. I had filled my tray and was pouring coffee when I noticed someone sitting in my favorite booth. I know it sounds anal but I just like that booth as the light is good for reading. So, I walked toward the booth and noticed that it was a young girl and she was crying. Crying is my Achilles Heel. When I see someone crying I almost want to cry too. I hate to see people sad. So I paused at the booth and asked why she was crying. She didn’t reply, just looked down trying to seem smaller and she shook her head. I thought about moving to the next booth but decided to sit opposite her. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
    This time she looked up. She was young, Asian and very pretty.
    “Everything,” she replied. “Everything is wrong.”
    “Start at the beginning. My name’s Matt. Are you a student?”
    “I’m supposed to be.” Her lip began to quiver and she started crying again. She covered her eyes and the tears were really flowing. I didn’t know what to do but I did notice that she didn’t have any food or beverage in front of her so I went back to the chow line and got a cup of hot chocolate. Peg wanted to know what was wrong. I just shrugged, paid for the chocolate and returned to the girl. When I placed the chocolate in front of her she looked up and her eyes said thank you. I determined that she probably didn’t have any money.
    She sipped the chocolate and I offered her half my bagel. I told her that I never eat the whole thing. At first the girl declined but when I insisted she accepted her half. She took a tentative bite then tore into it like a ravenous wolf.
    “When did you eat last?” I asked.
    “Yesterday in Los Angeles.”
    “Is LA your home?”
    “No, I’m from Japan. I was supposed to fly on a non-stop flight from Tokyo to Boston but they had trouble with the airplane. The plane caught on fire. It took them two days to find space for me on another flight and that plane landed in Los Angeles.”
    “So, you flew from LA to Boston?”
    “No, there were no more flights to Boston so they put me on one to New York. I tried to buy a sandwich on the plane but the stewardess wouldn’t accept a hundred dollar bill. It was late when I reached New York. We landed at an airport that they called JFK and there were no more flights to Boston so they said for me to take a taxi to another airport called LaGuardia. The taxi ride cost sixty dollars and all I had was one hundred dollar bills and the driver had no change. Then I found out that my ticket did not include the flight to Boston so I had to buy a ticket and it cost four hundred dollars. My father went to the bank in Japan and bought the dollars for me; a thousand dollars; ten one hundred dollar bills. That was my money for the year and I was very grateful to my parents. We aren’t a wealthy family and even though I have a scholarship my family knew that I would need some American money.” She started to cry again.
    Welcome to America, I thought.
    Just then Peg arrived at our table. She placed down a coffee for me and a chocolate for the girl. She patted me on the shoulder and gave me a nod of approval.
    “What’s your name?” I asked.
    She sniffed and replied “Miyuki.”
    I determined that Miyuki was a Japanese name and I knew enough about Japanese to know that they do not like showing emotion in public and I knew she was embarrassed so she tried to smile. It was a weak smile.
    “So, did anyone from the school meet you? How did you get here?”
    “The tears came again. She regained some composure and replied that there was no-one from Harvard at the airport and that her two suitcases were not on the flight. It gets worse. She took a cab to Cambridge and the driver charged her over a hundred dollars for the ride. All she had was hundred dollar bills. She gave the driver two of them and, of course, he had no change.
    “Now,” she said, “all I have left is three hundred dollars. I am so ashamed. I want to go home. I don’t like it here. I have no friends.”
    I reached across the table and took her little hand. “You have one friend Miyuki. I’m your friend.” By this time I had decided to bag my eight o’clock and the rest of the morning. I searched her now hopeful face and wondered how she could trust another stranger in this strange new place. I guess I have a trustworthy face. More likely she realized that she had to trust someone and I had given her half my bagel.
    “Thank you, Mattu-san.”
    She finished her chocolate, took a napkin from the dispenser and dabbed her eyes.
    “First,” I said, let’s see about your missing suitcases. Do you know what the “T” is?
    “Yes,” she replied. “It is a letter in the English alphabet.”
    She actually said retter and Engrish which I loved, it sounded so cute and I said “Yes but it is also a train and it is the best and cheapest way to get to Logan Airport.” She smiled and it made me happy. We rode the “T” to the airport.
    I decided to stop at Japan Airlines first. They were very nice and aware of Miyuki and her missing luggage. They didn’t know how to find her but the bags were still in New York, at JFK. The JAL manager, Mr. Fuji, said that he would arrange for the suitcases to be forwarded to Boston and that JAL would deliver them to her at Harvard. Since Miyuki did not yet have a dorm they would be sent to my rooms. Next, I asked about her extra expense for the New York to Boston flight since her original ticket was from Japan all the way to Boston. Fuji apologized profusely and spoke with her in Japanese. He must have asked to see her ticket which she produced. He nodded and nodded and kept saying hai, hai. He agreed to grant an immediate refund and even included the hundred dollar taxi ride from JFK. Miyuki really smiled now. Finally, the JAL manager went to a closet and produced a small overnight kit which held a toothbrush, toothpaste a comb, nail file and various lotions. All in all, I felt that Mr. Fuji handled the situation very well and I could tell that Miyuki felt some order returning to her life. Next, back to Harvard to find her a place to live and a bank where she could open an account and get rid of those big bills.


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