Sixteen“Well, I’ll be blowed. Since when did you start smoking those filthy things?”
Leilani poked her brother with the parasol she disliked lugging around with her. He took the smelly cheroot out of his mouth and blew her a blue smoke ring.
“Since I could.” He glanced around him. Fashionably dressed people of the most respectable classes frequented the Occidental’s long facade, busy going here and there or simply loitering like Kaleo, enjoying the street scene and people watching.
“It’s pleasant loafing around here with nothing to do but watch the hordes,” Kaleo said. “Ready to go home?”
“Not yet. I’ve got shopping to do.” She glanced back to the hotel where the City of Paris Drygoods Company nestled into a street-level store on the Occidental’s frontage. She pointed.
“How about I me
