Fiction | March 01, 1978

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I.  The Younger Factory

Of the one hundred passengers arriving from Seattle (Boeing) my job was only with thirty-four industrialists from Asia.  Of this group a dozen were unexpectedly tall; a few wore dark, prescription glasses; only one man had two briefcases as carry-on.  Not one delegate looked back at the aircraft or took a picture of the Oakland charter terminal.

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