25
Field Trip
‘Imi ‘ike
A seeker of knowledge.
“Bye, Zader.”
Maka was standing near the path that led to the beach.
“I have to go,” she said. “I’ve already missed a lot of school.”
I was sweeping the stone floor of the biggest pavilion, the one Aunty Ake said people used as an eating house when they all came to visit at Christmas.
“What are you babbling about? Aunty Ake promised to show us how her computers work as soon as we’re done here.”
“Show you, Zader. Aunty Ake has a lot to teach you.”
I straightened.
“You’re leaving me?”
“I was only supposed to bring you here and go right back. Mother’s going to be mad I stayed a few extra days.”
“But—”
“You’ll be fine, Zader. I’ll see you soon. Christmas, maybe.”
She turned and fled down the path to the beach.
“Wait!” I shouted. “I
