5
One Special Kine Stupid
Blalah
A tough guy’s tough guy; a moke’s moke.
Jay was already home when I got back from Uncle Kahana’s.
“You left your umbrella,” he said, tossing it to me. “Where’ve you been? I went by the pavilion, the park, and Hari’s, but you weren’t anywhere.”
“Uncle Kahana’s.”
“Why?”
“He saw me walking without a shirt. He made me come to his house and tell him what happened.”
“Is he going to tell Mom?”
I shook my head. “I don’t think so.”
“He’s going to tell, and I’m going to get lickings for fighting!” Jay moaned. “What did he say when you told him I broke ‘Alika’s nose?”
I thought about it for minute, then shrugged. “He just said he wants us to come to his house Saturday.”
“Why? Is he going to give us lickings? Stupid head ‘Alika! It’s all his fault. I swear
