Chapter 9Faith’s description of Benny Pohaku could have fit three-quarters of the young men in the pool joint—er, parlor. The film noir setting made me feel as if I was in a 40s B&W detective flick and I couldn’t seem to help the Bogie talk that was creeping in.
T-Bone Walker’s “Call It Stormy Monday (But Tuesday is Just as Bad)” played in the background. The cavernous place was dimly lit by six three-bulb billiard lamps on the pool playing side of the large establishment and six single-shade brass billiard lamps on the drinking and conversing side. Cheap, warped cylinders of wax sitting on scarred wooden tables didn’t add much brightness, though they did make the viewing of the sticky, splotchy carpet thankfully difficult. Old movie posters advertising action films and westerns of the 50
