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Broke ‘Okole Old Man
Broke
No more kala.
After stopping by the card players’ table, Nalani held the kitchen door open.
She jerked her head at me, and I walked in.
The smell of bleach was everywhere, and the counters were spotless. A commercial grill and deep fryer were along one wall next to an over-sized fridge and an ice maker. Nalani walked to one of the two big sinks, rinsed out her rag, and plopped it into a bucket half-filled with soapy water.
“Wash your hands, Zader. Make sure you use soap.”
She tossed me a clean dish towel she snagged from a stack lying on open baker’s shelves crammed with mondo-sized containers of spices and seasonings and stainless steel mixing bowls.
“Use this to dry. I need you to make the sashimi while I get all the drinks ready.”
I paused for a m
