15
Coming Home
Lickin’s
Another use for slippahs.
Striding to the car with the righteous indignation of an avenging angel, the lights from the lanai like a halo behind her, Mom thundered, “Where were you?!”
In the shadowy anonymity of the backseat, Jay and I cringed.
This was bad. Mom was already mad, and she hadn’t even seen the mud yet.
‘Ilima jumped out the shotgun window, trotted up to Mom, and licked her hand.
“Not now, ‘Ilima,” Mom said, wiping her hand on her shorts. “You guys better start explaining.”
‘Ilima ducked her head and slunk under the lanai stairs where it was safe.
Uncle Kahana opened his door. He slowly swung his legs out and stood up, moaning a little as he rubbed his lower back. He stretched, yawned, then pretended to be surprised to see Mom standing by the c
