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Lolo left Hawaii quite suddenly after that, and my mother and I spent months in preparation-passports, visas, plane tickets, hot ...
“Who’s Sukarno?” I shouted from the backseat, but Lolo appeared not to hear me. Instead, he touched my arm and motioned ahead of ...
For a moment the bird struggled, beating its wings hard against the ground, a few feathers dancing up with the wind. Then it gre ...
razor-sharp lines-the loser watched his kite soar off with the wind, and knew that somewhere other children had formed a long wo ...
to calibrate the levels of misery. Lolo thought her moral calculations endearing but silly, and whenever he caught me following ...
He glanced down, surprised by the question. “Have you?” I asked again. “Yes,” he said. “Was it bloody?” “Yes.” I thought for a m ...
But she wasn’t prepared for the loneliness. It was constant, like a shortness of breath. There was nothing definite that she cou ...
Innuendo, half-whispered asides; that’s how she found out that we had arrived in Djakarta less than a year after one of the more ...
She remembered what Lolo had told her once when her constant questioning had finally touched a nerve. “Guilt is a luxury only fo ...
stiff resistance to this regimen, but in response to every strategy I concocted, whether unconvincing (“My stomach hurts”) or in ...
so instead of keeping it wadded up at the bottom of your closet. Independent judgment-just because the other children tease the ...
the bad news in small doses, allowing for a system of defenses to build up-although I suspect I was one of the luckier ones, hav ...
Someone shouted out my name. The mask dropped to my side, and with it my daydream, and I saw my grandparents again standing ther ...
Then, somewhere in the middle of his presentation, we would both notice Toot standing in the hall outside my room, her head tilt ...
mother would pry out of them that they had voted for Nixon, the law-and-order candidate, in 1968. We didn’t go to the beach or o ...
“Don’t do anything I would do,” he said with a grin. “Your grandfather’s funny,” Frederick said as we watched Gramps introduce h ...
The chants grew louder as a few more kids circled us. “She’s not my g-girlfriend,” I stammered. I looked to Coretta for some ass ...
“My grandfather, see, he’s a chief. It’s sort of like the king of the tribe, you know...like the Indians. So that makes my fathe ...
When-after standing in front of the door and looking out across the Honolulu skyline at a distant ship, and then squinting at th ...
often felt mute before him, and he never pushed me to speak. I’m left with mostly images that appear and die off in my mind like ...
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