"Professor Schultz!" a young woman exclaimed, as she came out of a nearby townhouse. Moment of panic: clearly a UH student, I could not place her, or find her name in my jumbled brain files. "I'm in the non-fiction class you visited," she said, which got me off the hook a bit. I'd talked about my Lilith walks, and yes there was a student who said her mother lived in the area. We chatted about the class, about the white Infiniti parked at the curb whose back end was demolished, doubtless by another car going too fast. She got in her blue Honda and drove off. Then it occurred to me that her neighbor (numbah 5 on the Kealoha jury) had been my student 20 years ago. Lineages don't often fall in lines, but they do fall everywhere.
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