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Balance
Huna na mea huna
To keep secret things sacred.
“Zader and Jay, plus one,” mused Uncle Kahana when we showed up at his door on Sunday. “I should have figured you’d be here, Char Siu.”
“Uncle Kahana, tell her,” Jay said.
“Tell her what?”
“Tell her—”
“Uncle Kahana,” interrupted Char Siu, “can a girl be a Lua warrior?”
“Of course,” Uncle Kahana said.
“Nyah!” Char Siu said, giving me knuckles and wagging her tongue at Jay.
“What! No way,” Jay said.
“Told you, James Kapono Westin.”
“Whatever, Charlene Suzette Apo.”
“Enough, you two. Come in, come in! We don’t stand in the open discussing sacred things!” scolded Uncle Kahana.
We took off our slippahs and shuffled in, greeting ‘Ilima while Uncle Kahana shut the door.
“Now,” he said, rubbing his hands together, “if, and I
