Godzilla Returns Read Online Free Page A
Author: Marc Cerasini
finance," Nick replied.
"The first two are obvious, but what's the 'finance' part?" Brian pressed.
"We process the real reporters' expense accounts," Nick answered sullenly.
"Oh, well," Brian sighed. "So much for the exciting life of a foreign correspondent."
"I hope you didn't go into journalism for excitement," Nick said.
"Not really," Brian answered honestly. "I was never much interested in that kind of excitement."
"Are you a current affairs junkie? Politics, stuff like that?" Nick continued. "You don't look the type."
"No way!" Brian laughed. "Actually, I want to be a sportscaster someday. Think about it. Super Bowl and World Series tickets for life!"
"I have a confession to make," Nick said solemnly. "I am a nerd . Sports never interested me much."
"Well," Brian continued, the disappointment evident in his voice, "my original internship was to cover the Winter Olympics in Nagano, but..."
"But they were held four months ago." Nick finished Brian's thought. "I've been to the Japanese Alps - they're really beautiful. Great skiing! " Nick paused. "It's too bad you missed it," he added.
"Yeah, well. I had to postpone my internship. There was... a family emergency," Brian replied. He didn't elaborate. He didn't want to tell Nick the whole story just yet. Maybe I don't want to see another look of pity in a friend's eyes , Brian mused. In any case, now was not the time for "the whole story."
Nick's eyes drifted to the three Japanese women. They were drinking exotic cocktails and giggling among themselves.
"Well," he said, still gazing at the girls. "Since you missed the Olympics, why come to Japan now? "
"Gee, round-eyes... I Japanese-American," Brian teased.
Nick turned up his nose. "As a full-blooded WASP, I never went in for that hyphenated-American stuff. Enlighten me."
"Well," said Brian. "According to my dad, it was time for me to make that voyage of discovery. Find my roots, you know. My father was born here in Tokyo, and I have family here."
"Family... hmmm. Any cousins - female cousins?" Nick asked slyly.
Brian laughed. "Nah, only my Uncle Maxwell."
"Uncle Maxwell? " Nick replied. "That's an odd name for a Japanese man."
"He isn't Japanese," Brian said. "Uncle Maxwell is an officer in the U.S. Navy. He met my aunt - my dad's sister - when he was stationed here during the Korean War. They got married... my aunt died about five years ago, but Uncle Maxwell still lives in Japan. He's still in the Navy, too."
"Interesting." Nick said, his eyes straying to the Japanese girls at the bar. "So, you were saying, your dad wanted you to intern here?"
"He was a kid when he left Japan," Brian continued. "My dad met my mother in California, they got married, and he never came back. But he talked about Japan a lot when I was growing up. So when this second Japanese internship came down, I grabbed it."
"But you don't speak much Japanese," Nick observed.
"No," Brian confessed. "My mother wouldn't let us speak Japanese in the house. She said that was part of the Old World, a world she didn't want to go back to. My mom had a career, friends. She liked being an American. She was as American as apple pie, or so my dad used to say."
Maybe it was the noise, or the women across the bar, or by choice - but Nick didn't catch the past tense Brian used when he spoke of his mother.
"My father likes to talk about Japan like it's some paradise," Brian continued. "l figured I had to see it."
"So why did he leave Japan, if he loved it here so much?" Nick asked.
Brian shrugged and was silent. It occurred to him that he never thought to ask his father that question. Not that his dad would have given him a straight answer, anyway. Dr. Ryuhei Shimura was the strong, silent type. John Wayne by way of Toshiro Mifune.
"So," Brian said, changing the subject. "Why are you here?"
"Not many news agencies offer science correspondent internships. INN does, and it's here in Japan," Nick answered.
"I'd never peg you for the scientific
"The first two are obvious, but what's the 'finance' part?" Brian pressed.
"We process the real reporters' expense accounts," Nick answered sullenly.
"Oh, well," Brian sighed. "So much for the exciting life of a foreign correspondent."
"I hope you didn't go into journalism for excitement," Nick said.
"Not really," Brian answered honestly. "I was never much interested in that kind of excitement."
"Are you a current affairs junkie? Politics, stuff like that?" Nick continued. "You don't look the type."
"No way!" Brian laughed. "Actually, I want to be a sportscaster someday. Think about it. Super Bowl and World Series tickets for life!"
"I have a confession to make," Nick said solemnly. "I am a nerd . Sports never interested me much."
"Well," Brian continued, the disappointment evident in his voice, "my original internship was to cover the Winter Olympics in Nagano, but..."
"But they were held four months ago." Nick finished Brian's thought. "I've been to the Japanese Alps - they're really beautiful. Great skiing! " Nick paused. "It's too bad you missed it," he added.
"Yeah, well. I had to postpone my internship. There was... a family emergency," Brian replied. He didn't elaborate. He didn't want to tell Nick the whole story just yet. Maybe I don't want to see another look of pity in a friend's eyes , Brian mused. In any case, now was not the time for "the whole story."
Nick's eyes drifted to the three Japanese women. They were drinking exotic cocktails and giggling among themselves.
"Well," he said, still gazing at the girls. "Since you missed the Olympics, why come to Japan now? "
"Gee, round-eyes... I Japanese-American," Brian teased.
Nick turned up his nose. "As a full-blooded WASP, I never went in for that hyphenated-American stuff. Enlighten me."
"Well," said Brian. "According to my dad, it was time for me to make that voyage of discovery. Find my roots, you know. My father was born here in Tokyo, and I have family here."
"Family... hmmm. Any cousins - female cousins?" Nick asked slyly.
Brian laughed. "Nah, only my Uncle Maxwell."
"Uncle Maxwell? " Nick replied. "That's an odd name for a Japanese man."
"He isn't Japanese," Brian said. "Uncle Maxwell is an officer in the U.S. Navy. He met my aunt - my dad's sister - when he was stationed here during the Korean War. They got married... my aunt died about five years ago, but Uncle Maxwell still lives in Japan. He's still in the Navy, too."
"Interesting." Nick said, his eyes straying to the Japanese girls at the bar. "So, you were saying, your dad wanted you to intern here?"
"He was a kid when he left Japan," Brian continued. "My dad met my mother in California, they got married, and he never came back. But he talked about Japan a lot when I was growing up. So when this second Japanese internship came down, I grabbed it."
"But you don't speak much Japanese," Nick observed.
"No," Brian confessed. "My mother wouldn't let us speak Japanese in the house. She said that was part of the Old World, a world she didn't want to go back to. My mom had a career, friends. She liked being an American. She was as American as apple pie, or so my dad used to say."
Maybe it was the noise, or the women across the bar, or by choice - but Nick didn't catch the past tense Brian used when he spoke of his mother.
"My father likes to talk about Japan like it's some paradise," Brian continued. "l figured I had to see it."
"So why did he leave Japan, if he loved it here so much?" Nick asked.
Brian shrugged and was silent. It occurred to him that he never thought to ask his father that question. Not that his dad would have given him a straight answer, anyway. Dr. Ryuhei Shimura was the strong, silent type. John Wayne by way of Toshiro Mifune.
"So," Brian said, changing the subject. "Why are you here?"
"Not many news agencies offer science correspondent internships. INN does, and it's here in Japan," Nick answered.
"I'd never peg you for the scientific
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