There is also sweetness. If Lilith and I get to the top of the cemetery, where the mountains are, and we often do, we find Ola and Hoku. Ola's got a salt and pepper beard and pony tail; Hoku is younger, wears an aloha shirt on Fridays as he weed wacks. They come toward us; in the sun their shadows precede them on the green grass. "Hey, Aunty!" they call out, leaning over to pet Lilith as her fur flies off. "Hey, you get grindz the other day?" I called out today, walking with Rachelle, remembering that the boss had said he'd tell them when the movie crew was having lunch so they could join them. "Nutting." No lunch. No hello to Jason Mamoa, though Hoku got one video. Rachelle said some of the film guys come to Waikane Store to eat chicken and sushi. Adam Sandler invited them all to eat with his crew next door. Rachelle's a massage therapist. Tells Ola to get his wife to walk on his back. "Doesn't last long," says Ola, who wishes his wife would get massages at the new Planet Fitness, like Rachelle.
As we walked down the hill, I told Rachelle that my Lilith stories took a hit when we started talking to Ola and Hoku. No conflict, just family, just their love for my dog, my fondness for them. I gave Ola a baby gift, and am looking for an aloha shirt for Hoku. We're always happy to see each other.
Write about them, said Rachelle. And I did.
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