Chapter 42A lunch wagon was parked on the street near the entrance to Mo'ili'ili Park. They found a parking spot near the open-sided truck. Huxley rushed to buy sandwiches and bottled water for them. He joked with the vendor about his nose splint. It was just past lunch time. That meant Sara had spent over four hours in the basement, mostly unconscious or semi-conscious.
They found a couple of picnic tables inside the gate that looked out over the large grassy park with its two unoccupied baseball diamonds.
Once settled at a table, he slowly nodded. “I suspected you'd get into trouble.” Then he smiled and shook his head, expressing disbelief.
“And you don't get into trouble?” He reached up to playfully to rub her head. She quickly moaned and pulled away. “I wouldn't do that!”
“Don't te
