The Fifth Interlude
From the Desk of T. Allen McQuary
October 21, 1947
Of course, none of that actually happened. I made up that particular story not long after I returned to America from Japan. The Kinghu dropped anchor in the Astoria harbor, and I shouldered my duffel bag and went into town. In the course of my wanderings there, I met a black pastor who invited me to speak at his church. I needed a good tale, so I made up the one you just read.
Come on. Did you really think I would infuriate a room full of Southerners in their own city and so jeopardize my safety and the possibility of raising a little money?
Ha! Fooled you, too.