24
A Knife that Knows Your Hand
Hae
Wild; fierce; savage; ferocious.
After our Lua lesson in Uncle Kahana’s apartment, we’d stacked the practice mats in the corner, and Jay and Char Siu were putting back the dining room chairs, when I reached into my pocket and pulled out my pocket knife.
I snapped it open and tested the blade.
Still sharp.
The light through the sliding doors was warm; the sun would be setting soon, and I liked the way it played along the edge. I twisted my knife this way and that, carving the air and thinking of dragons fighting in flight.
“You like the blade.”
I blinked.
In the dining room, Jay and Char Siu were frozen like statues, chairs held still in the air. Under the table, ‘Ilima’s ears were perked, and her tail was raised in warning. Uncle Kahana tried t
