25
The Plan
Kahuna
Priest; sorcerer; an expert.
Nili-boy was already tying his board to the roof of his car when I got to the beach. He had an old beach towel wrapped around his hips, and his hair was spiky from the salt. I wandered over and lean against his hood.
“Howzit, Little Cuz,” he said. “Where’s Jay? Long time since I’ve seen him out there.”
“Home. Shark Week reruns.”
“Ah.”
Nili-boy adjusted the last strap on the surf rack, tightening it down for the drive back to Waimanalo.
“That’s bad,” he said.
I nodded. “I think seeing big sharks psyched Jay out.”
“Ti leaf lei?”
I shook my head. “He doesn’t believe.”
Nili-boy crossed his arms and leaned his ‘okole against the driver’s door.
“He’s scared to surf. Plenny guys quit after seeing something like that.”
I chose my words
