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The fry cook said in a hoarse angry voice, Buddy, I'm not a Jew-lover, but I seen some of those Jew refugees fleeing your U.S. in '49, and you can have your U.S. If there's a lot of building back there and a lot of loose easy money it's because they stole it from those Jews when they kicked them out of New York, that goddam Nazi Nuremberg Law. I lived in Boston when I was a kid, and I got no special use for Jews, but I never thought I'd see that Nazi racial law get passed in the U.S., even if we did lose the war. I'm surprised you aren't in the U.S. Armed Forces, getting ready to invade some little South American republic as a front for the Germans, so they can push the Japanese back a little bit more --
Both truck drivers were on their feet, their faces stark. The older man picked up a ketchup bottle from the counter and held it upright by the neck. The fry cook without turning his back to the two men reached behind him until his fingers touched one of his meat forks. He brought the fork out and held it.
Juliana said, Denver is getting one of those heat-resistant runways so that Lufthansa rockets can land there.
None of the three men moved or spoke. The other customers sat silently.
Finally the fry cook said, One flew over around sundown.
It wasn't going to Denver, Juliana said. It was going west, to the Coast.
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The fry cook said. No Japs killed Jews, in the war or after. No Japs built ovens.
Too bad they didn't, the older truck driver said. But, picking up his coffee cup, he resumed eating.
Yellow, Juliana thought. Yes, I suppose it's true. We love the Japs out here.
Where are you staying? she asked, speaking to the young truck driver, Joe. Overnight.
I don't know, he answered. I just got out of the truck to come in here. I don't like this whole state. Maybe I'll sleep in the truck.
The Honey Bee Motel isn't too bad, the fry cook said.
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Watching him, Juliana thought, it's idealism that makes him that bitter. Asking too much out of life. Always moving on, restless and griped. I'm the same way; I couldn't stay on the West Coast and eventually I won't be able to stand it here. Weren't the old-timers like that? But, she thought, now the frontier isn't here; it's the other planets.