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“You!” the tiny Hawaiian woman growls at me, while jabbing a short, brown finger into my belly. The top of her head barely reaches my chest, yet somehow I feel intimidated. “You hurt my sweet Kai.”
Her words leave no doubt that she is Kai’s Nana Lana. Seeing her glaring eyes peer up at me, I wonder if there might be some truth to Baggy’s assessment that the woman is crazy. Her next venomous words leave little doubt. “You hurt my sweet boy. I put a hex on you.”
“No, you don’t understand,” I stammer, suddenly concerned. “I didn’t mean to hurt him.” Her dark eyes look almost black as they squint at me in disbelief. “I came back here to be with Kai.”
“You left him,” she snarls at me.
“I did,” I confess, “but I quickly realized what a mistake that was, and I came back for him.” The woma
