Monday, September 24, 2018

Salt, forsaken

She had tattoos on her face and breast, was probably in her late 50s, showed my friend and me to a table at the Shaka Restaurant in Na`alehu (southernmost town in the USofA). She has to feed her blood, both haole and Hawaiian, but has forsaken salt. The kids these days, what comes out of their mouths, so awful. She stopped talking to her grown son because of what he said to her, word she has never spoken. A 19 year old girl was killed in a car crash just this morning, she said; her parents will never be the same. She and her daughter went completely mad when her grandson died of leukemia. Leaned in to say, A husband can be replaced. Then her daughter got meds and used whatever was around; she warned her, but she died of it. Nothing to do in Na`alehu, so she went to O`ahu recently with a Russian friend to see her granddaughter (an opera singer!) perform at the Lutheran church on Punahou Street. It all comes out at night when you put your head on your pillow. You really just have to take it day by day.

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