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Makule
Ho‘oilina
Heir; successor.
Two months later, Uncle Kahana was at the secluded table at Hari’s Lanai, slurping saimin noodles and reading the paper.
Char Siu was coming by for what she thought was a Lua lesson, but Uncle Kahana had a different proposal.
Makule, he thought. I’m getting old.
‘Ilima rested under a hibiscus bush, panting in the heat.
Tipping the bowl to his mouth, Uncle Kahana drank the last of the salty-fishy broth, smacking his lips as bits of pepper and green onion clung to the rim.
“You’re getting old, too,” he said to ‘Ilima.
‘Ilima rolled to her feet and stretched, lifting her tail high in the air and bowing her head down low.
“Show-off,” Uncle Kahana said.
‘Ilima smirked a doggy smirk and daintily picked her way to Uncle Kahana. She jumped up on a c
