26
The No Letter Day
Pepehi i ka mana‘olana
To dash hopes.
I heard Char Siu banging up the front steps before I saw her. She was waving a piece of paper over her head and dancing on the lanai. Aunty Amy was walking more sedately across the street, but I could hear the happy way her slippahs were slap, slap, slapping the asphalt.
Great.
Just great.
I’m gonna be all alone.
“Aunty Liz! Aunty Liz! I got it! I got my letter from Ridgemont!”
I opened the door.
“Zader!” She threw her arms around my neck. “I got in!” she squealed.
I patted her back. “Good for you.”
“Where’s Aunty Liz?”
“In the kitchen.”
She kicked off her slippahs and dashed through the living room to the kitchen. I waited, holding the door for Aunty Amy.
“Howzit, Zader.”
“Aloha, Aunty.”
She bent down and gathered
