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Uncle Florence Nightingale
Lolo-palooza
What happens when a bunch of feeble-minded, crazy people get together.
When we walked in the front door of our house, Uncle Kahana didn’t say a word, just motioned us to the kitchen and got the first-aid kit from under the sink. It took him twenty minutes to dig out Char Siu’s kukus with the tweezers and a needle, twice as long as the ten minutes it took to stop Jay’s bloody nose.
Ointment on her raw palms, a bandage on her knee, hair brushed out, and an ice cold Diamond Head lemon-lime soda held to her cheek, Char Siu flexed her right hand and shook it. She sucked her knuckles, wincing.
“Sore?” Uncle Kahana asked.
“A little,” Char Siu said.
“Good,” muttered Jay from under a bag of frozen peas.
“Next time punch somewhere more soft, like hi
