It was the day after Pearl Harbor. Lynn was six. Esther hadn't seen him for over an hour. She called his name and got no answer. She left the kitchen, calling again. She found him down in the playroom crouched over poster paper and spilled crayons. "Look, mommy! he cried, thrusting the paper into her hands. In large, multi-colored, irregular letters, it read:
JAPS BOOBED VANILLA!
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