Woman of the Baths
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Woman of the Baths is a novella about atonement. It is September 1945. The war in the Pacific theater has been won. To humiliate his industrialist father for supporting the war, pacifist Ogden Fike has a Japanese war victim shipped to him, with forged papers saying she is the bride of Captain Ricky Virostik. Wagner Fike has little choice but to accept the responsibility forced on him of caring for Yukiko and, in doing so, develops a deep affection for her. But nothing he tries breaks Yukikos stony silence. When Captain Virostik shows up, Mr. Fike wonders if there is some validity to his sons hoax after all. Ricky, himself a casualty of war, lost crew and plane in the March 9 fire-bombing raid over Tokyo, was forced to jump into the inferno where he encountered Yukiko, and was captured to suffer a brutal six-month imprisonment. His only hope to defuse his haunting memories is to see Yukiko again. Mr. Fike accommodates his wishes, but when he hears Yukiko speak to Ricky, he is consumed with jealousy and desperate to learn what bond the two share. His attempts to find out award him a sobering glimpse into the horrors of war, which Yukiko herself cannot express.
Constance McCutcheon
Constance McCutcheon received a Masters degree in writing from Carnegie Mellon University in Pittsburgh. She has worked as a journalist, technical writer, and freelance writer and is currently employed as an editor for a large software company. She resides in Munich, Germany. Visit cmccutcheon.com to take on Ms. McCutcheon’s Web essays and short stories.
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Woman of the Baths - Constance McCutcheon
Woman of the Baths
Constance McCutcheon
Copyright © 2007 by Constance McCutcheon.
Cover illustration: From Air Power History, Volume 42, Number 3,
Prelude to Armageddon,
by Richard P. Hallion.
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Contents
Part One
Part Two
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Part One
Tokyo, Spring 1945
Late on a windy night in March, an ominous droning penetrated the densely-packed wooden homes of a Tokyo working class district on the banks of the Sumida river, drawing residents out to peer up into the dark. They had heard the warnings on the radio, they had heard the air-raid sirens, but how were they to know it meant them this time?
Heavy cylinders whipped down and strange lights began to shoot back and forth across the narrow lanes. Luminous beads, soft like honey, scudded across rooftops and dripped down walls. A house erupted in flame, then a second, a third. Within minutes, the dwellings were gone and families huddled in the midst of fire.
A woman moved swiftly through the bewildered groups still exclaiming at the dancing beads of light. One of those mysterious cylinders had shot through her roof, striking down her seven-year-old nephew. His mother, her sister, would not leave the burning body, but had given her the infant to bring to safety and care for. By the time families were making their head counts, shouting orders about whom to fetch and where to meet, she had lunged through the flames and disappeared.
Fulfilling the mandate handed down to the civilian population, fathers and older brothers stayed behind to battle the flames that closed in on them. Torrential winds developed. Smoke thickened to viscosity. The sky glowed orange over Tokyo.
Towards dawn, solitary survivors lay gasping here and there, their faces pressed to the scorched earth, blinded but aware they were alone. The last images recorded, haunting them, were of the toy-like figures of mothers, brothers, sisters, as they were lifted up one by one, in terror and great surprise, thrown down and, despite frantic scrambling, scudded directly into the heart of the flames by the buzz saw once called wind. The screams, the shouted commands, even the piteous sounds of suffering were drowned out by the roar of the blaze. Those left by the flames huddled alone, horrified at their survival, the initial bombing a dim memory. It was the next day. It was still March, still 1945.
Part Two
Pittsburgh, Autumn 1945
Chapter 1
Ogden Fike’s feverish ham radio activities were interrupted one September evening by a call from his father on the house phone.
Get up here, if you would, please.
The man hung up abruptly, but he had said please. Ogden wasn’t sure what to make of that. From the lights on the phone, he knew that ‘up here’ meant his father’s study, and the call indicated that his father knew full well where he was, which meant he also knew what he was doing. Well, this time Ogden was going to demand an apology from him, or at least a civilized explanation, or maybe just… He hadn’t exited his basement stronghold before his dithering began again.
At the sight of the irascible old man stationed in the unlit hallway, Ogden’s assertiveness faltered having never flared. A wordless gesture from Wagner Fike compelled Ogden to glance into the study. What he saw there confused him and elicited a slow shame from which, once it took hold, he never quite recovered. A Japanese woman dressed in a white bathrobe occupied the room. She stood stock still, staring down at the floor, apparently oblivious to her surroundings and to them. Her dull black hair, chopped at the jaw, fanned down over her averted face, veiling eyes and nose, but her broad, dark jaw and small, protruding mouth were visible. Her shoulders were bizarrely rounded. She appeared to be bound.
Well?
Wagner Fike sneered. You’ve got my attention. What are you going to do with it?
A mild smell of brandy was in the air, vapors getting rapidly worked off in the passion of his displeasure.
Ogden hung back, worriedly scanning the figure. Something wasn’t right. The woman wore the oddest bracelets, puffy bracelets.
Mr. Fike held up a folder containing a sheaf of papers. So who’s big idea was this?
He was seething.
Ogden didn’t answer. He couldn’t make anything of those bracelets. Not a very effective adornment, he thought. Was it something peculiar to the Japanese?
Finally sinking in, is it?
his father jeered in an undertone.
As Ogden worriedly searched for the woman’s hands, he realized with a sickening jolt that the bracelets were bandages, that her wasted arms ended there, that she had no hands. Then the shame set in: this, his greatest political move against his father, had gone very badly wrong. What inspiration had muddled him into thinking he could expose and shame his father by having a mutilated war victim shipped to his home? Ogden had only basely exposed and humiliated the poor woman—a monstrous result—not to mention himself. Well, he would be damned if he ever acknowledged it.
The woman began to sway and, as Ogden looked on slack-mouthed, Wagner Fike darted to her side muttering softly as he seated her gingerly in his armchair, placed