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Blank Paper
‘A‘a
To accept a challenge; a small root; figuratively, an off-spring.
“Okay, Mr. Halpert,” said Char Siu. “I’ll tell my mom about you. Uncle Kahana’s right. She’ll want to throw a party.”
“Nice meeting you, Char Siu, Mr. Kaulupali.”
“Call me Uncle Kahana,” he said. “We’re family.”
Some more than others, Mr. Halpert, I thought.
“Uncle Kahana, then,” said Mr. Halpert.
“Aloha, everybody. Come, ‘Ilima; we go. Zader, tomorrow seven pm! Don’t be late.”
“I’ll be there.”
And then there was just the two of us.
Mr. Halpert fiddled with his clipboard.
He stared at the wall.
He checked his notes.
I waited, distracted by everything I’d learned.
Finally, he spoke.
“So what are your thoughts, Zader?”
My thoughts?
About the fact that you’re my new art teacher, the one th
