I transferred back to Honolulu with United, after five years of working and going to school in New York and New Jersey. Now, engaged to Kuhia, and moved to his family home living in the servant's quarters until my house in Kalihi was vacated by my tenants. The traffic was horrific into Honolulu at six am. Sugar cane mill still smelled of sweet smog from it's smoke stack nearby and turned the houses in the neighborhood sort of a rust color. The locals called this the "country", I couldn't see anything but people and houses.
Kuhia called me to say someone had broken into his house and stolen my jewelry, I was devastated. The small box I hid very carefully was found, they dared come into the house of a big, brawling, local Hawaiian. Pearl city police located my engagement ring which I bought back from Kamaina Jewelers. My niece's boyfriend was responsible; in exchange for not prosecuting him I got back my grandfather's fraternity pin, and the aquamarine and diamond ring from great aunt gladys. Silver and gold charm bracelets along with pins, rings gone forever; all my cherished memories. I couldn't wait to get out of there, maybe that was the real plan of the relatives, they wanted the house.
Went to a neighborhood party and saw a man's face smashed with a beer bottle because of a disputed Payut card game. Home alone to stuff toilet paper in my ears while the Philippinos next door bled a pig. OMG! I shut all the louver windows, kept running around the inside of the house thinking I was somehow in Hell now. Kuhia's Weimaraner was chained to the front lanai with his dish and all he was stolen; heart breaking.
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