Forty-One
Friday, May 27
Papohaku Beach, Moloka‘i
The wind blew in Eva’s hair as Thomas drove across the dry, barren western portion of the island. Eva was amazed at the contrast with the greenery of the other end of the island. Here, the two-lane asphalt road cut through plains of red cracked dirt.
The top of the jeep was down, and the doors had long since been removed by Mauna. Eva sat up front and Sol in the back, but the girl leaned in between them as if to hear better. She seemed to bask in Thomas’s presence.
And why wouldn’t she? Eva thought.
Thomas talked as he drove, filling them both in on the details of his search for his grandmother on Kaua‘i and Maui, as well as his encounters with the mo‘o on Moloka‘i. Then Soledad shared what had happened at the HURT 100, including her
