He began organizing dances at his house, which Kinu supervised, and at a room at the girls’ Catholic school, where there was an American advisor. Harry supplied a phonograph, vinyl records, and Frank—his deejay by default. At first shy, soon smiling, the students formed couples. When Frank wound the phonograph and the music spilled forth, they waltzed and foxtrotted in their bobby socks across the straw tatami floor. Outside they kept their distance as formal Japanese youth should, barely making eye contact. Inside, they held hands, pulled close, and swayed to “Blue Moon.”
