Everyone listened to her since she was the oldest woman in the village.
Then Little Pig spoke up in his unsettling way, “You can’t see them, Grandmother: They hide up in the sky in airplanes.”
Mrs. Wang did not answer immediately. Once, she would have said positively, “I shall not believe in an airplane until I see it.” But so many things had been true that she had not believed. So now, she merely stared quietly around the dike, where they all sat around her. The evening was very pleasant and cool, and she felt that nothing mattered so long as the river did not rise to flood.
“I don’t believe in the Japanese,” she said flatly.