HISTORICAL FICTION By Michael G. Malaghan
Haru fidgeted. She glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall, her heart beating like a taiko drum. Would the SS Lisbon Maru arrive on time? On board were her sisters, now brides with husbands. They were expected yesterday.
As soon as the vote was finished, she and Kenji would drive to Honolulu Harbor to meet the ship. “Hopefully, no later than 9 a.m.,” the YKK agent had said when Haru called. She knew it would take at least another hour for them to clear customs and immigration — maybe longer, given the ship was overcrowded with immigrants sailing to beat the possible prohibition. They had cut it so close with only a day, maybe just hours, to spare.