More than anything, what she really wants is a photo of Prime Minister Abe holding her book. And that’s the one thing that the Japanese prime minister’s office has very politely but firmly insisted could not be done. Sheryl decides she’ll simply hijack the prime minister with a presentation of the book at the end of the meeting. I’m carrying the book. I’ve added an inscription to the prime minister and his wife. It feels like smuggling illicit contraband. I hate myself for being part of this.
