He was on my right side. I was holding a metal strap with my left hand. I switched to a strap on my right side and as I did my right elbow caught him squarely in the forehead. It didn’t so much hurt him as it surprised him.
“Gomen nasai,” I whispered and nodded. He ignored my apology probably sensing that my assault was done intentionally.
A strange thing happened on the way to Yokohama

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