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Traditions
Mo‘olelo
A story, tale, or tradition.
“From what?” Mom asked, stepping onto the lanai. In her hands was a plate of kulolo sliced into neat squares. Dad followed, closing the door behind them.
“Sharks,” Lili said.
“Niuhi sharks,” Uncle Kahana said.
“Uncle, you’re not telling the kids about Tutu Kane Kaulupali and the shark attacks, are you?” Mom frowned. “That was a long time ago.” She tipped her head at Jay, making sly-eye at Uncle Kahana. “No reason to bring up ancient history.”
“Liz, you remember my father, Bobby Nickels?”
Mom snitched a piece of kulolo and a drink, then sat in her rocker. She kicked back, rocking slightly.
“Yes,” she said, “I remember. He was a big Hawaiian man. Hard to believe he’s related to you!”
Uncle Kahana chuckled. “Remember what he used
