“We’ll go with you all on the bus, if there’s room, and then take off from North Shore for the trip the rest of the way around the island using public transportation.” She looked at Gladys. “You’re up for that, aren’t you, Mom?”
“Sure am,” she said.
“Want to join us, Shelly?” Savannah asked.
“I just might. Sounds like fun.”
Once they were seated on the shuttle bus with the photography group, a man sitting across from Michael and Savannah said rather loudly, “Did any of you have a problem with that island fool yesterday?”
When no one responded, he said, “He darn near scared my wife to death.”
“Do you mean that scary man in the faded shirt who makes threats?” Savannah asked.
“Yes,” the woman sitting next to the man said. “Did he terrorize you, too?”
“He sure did. Glad to find out he was evidently harmless.”
“He is?” asked the small woman whose long blond hair hung in ringlets. “I’m still shaking. I wondered if I should report him to the police or something.”
Michael responded. “We talked to the head of security about him and she indicated she didn’t know what we were talking about.”
“Fat chance,” the man said, loudly. “They’ve gotta know about that idiot, the way he’s running around scaring women. It just ain’t right and I won’t stand for it. I hate being treated like that. If all the natives are like that, I’m outta here and not comin’ back.”
“But Harv,” his companion said, “the other man was so…” she rolled her eyes, “…well, comforting and charming.”
Harv made a face. “Phony baloney. Pam, he just wanted to get into your…pocketbook.”
“So you met Mikala too, did you?” Savannah asked, smiling. “He seems to come right to a woman’s rescue once he sees a damsel in distress.”
“Mikala?” Pam said, looking puzzled. “Oh no, it must be a different guy. This man was beyond handsome and his name is the same as Harv’s—Kalewe for Harvey. Isn’t that a wild coincidence?”
“Wait,” Savannah said, “was he wearing a necklace with a diamond in a small abalone shell?”
“Yeah, that’s the Hawaiian Harvey,” Pam said, excitedly. She swooned. “What a charming man.”
Michael looked knowingly at Savannah. “What a coincidence,” he said, “isn’t it Savannah?”
Sheepishly, she said, “Yeah, I guess it is.”
****
Later that morning, after the group had spent a couple of hours photographing surfers and some of the monstrous waves at the North Shore, the Iveys, Gladys, and Shelly boarded a bus that would transport them the rest of the way around the island.
“This is really something—to be able to see the coastline of the whole island in just a couple of hours,” Savannah said.
“Oh, it’ll take longer than that, with all the stops you’ll want to make along the way,” Gladys said. “In fact, why don’t we get off here and have an ice cream cone at that parlor, shall we?”
“Yes, let’s do,” Savannah said. “Want to, Shelly?”
“Sounds great.” She lowered her voice. “And I’d like to find a restroom.”
“Definitely,” Savanna agreed.
Once the Ivey party and their belongings were off the bus, Michael put the baby in the stroller and they started walking toward a small strip mall. “Ice cream first?” he asked.
Savannah nodded. “As long as the place has a restroom, hopefully with a changing table.”
When the women returned from the restroom, everyone ordered ice cream cones and bottles of water. They were enjoying the treat and chatting about their experiences at the North Shore, when Savannah squinted her eyes, looked around, and said, “I keep hearing something.”
“What?” Michael asked. “Traffic, music, people talking, clattering in the kitchen, the milk shake mixer thing?”
“No, it’s more like a kitten.”
“What?” he said, furrowing his brow. “Are you so homesick for the cats that you’re hearing kittens? Are you seeing
“Sure am,” she said.
“Want to join us, Shelly?” Savannah asked.
“I just might. Sounds like fun.”
Once they were seated on the shuttle bus with the photography group, a man sitting across from Michael and Savannah said rather loudly, “Did any of you have a problem with that island fool yesterday?”
When no one responded, he said, “He darn near scared my wife to death.”
“Do you mean that scary man in the faded shirt who makes threats?” Savannah asked.
“Yes,” the woman sitting next to the man said. “Did he terrorize you, too?”
“He sure did. Glad to find out he was evidently harmless.”
“He is?” asked the small woman whose long blond hair hung in ringlets. “I’m still shaking. I wondered if I should report him to the police or something.”
Michael responded. “We talked to the head of security about him and she indicated she didn’t know what we were talking about.”
“Fat chance,” the man said, loudly. “They’ve gotta know about that idiot, the way he’s running around scaring women. It just ain’t right and I won’t stand for it. I hate being treated like that. If all the natives are like that, I’m outta here and not comin’ back.”
“But Harv,” his companion said, “the other man was so…” she rolled her eyes, “…well, comforting and charming.”
Harv made a face. “Phony baloney. Pam, he just wanted to get into your…pocketbook.”
“So you met Mikala too, did you?” Savannah asked, smiling. “He seems to come right to a woman’s rescue once he sees a damsel in distress.”
“Mikala?” Pam said, looking puzzled. “Oh no, it must be a different guy. This man was beyond handsome and his name is the same as Harv’s—Kalewe for Harvey. Isn’t that a wild coincidence?”
“Wait,” Savannah said, “was he wearing a necklace with a diamond in a small abalone shell?”
“Yeah, that’s the Hawaiian Harvey,” Pam said, excitedly. She swooned. “What a charming man.”
Michael looked knowingly at Savannah. “What a coincidence,” he said, “isn’t it Savannah?”
Sheepishly, she said, “Yeah, I guess it is.”
****
Later that morning, after the group had spent a couple of hours photographing surfers and some of the monstrous waves at the North Shore, the Iveys, Gladys, and Shelly boarded a bus that would transport them the rest of the way around the island.
“This is really something—to be able to see the coastline of the whole island in just a couple of hours,” Savannah said.
“Oh, it’ll take longer than that, with all the stops you’ll want to make along the way,” Gladys said. “In fact, why don’t we get off here and have an ice cream cone at that parlor, shall we?”
“Yes, let’s do,” Savannah said. “Want to, Shelly?”
“Sounds great.” She lowered her voice. “And I’d like to find a restroom.”
“Definitely,” Savanna agreed.
Once the Ivey party and their belongings were off the bus, Michael put the baby in the stroller and they started walking toward a small strip mall. “Ice cream first?” he asked.
Savannah nodded. “As long as the place has a restroom, hopefully with a changing table.”
When the women returned from the restroom, everyone ordered ice cream cones and bottles of water. They were enjoying the treat and chatting about their experiences at the North Shore, when Savannah squinted her eyes, looked around, and said, “I keep hearing something.”
“What?” Michael asked. “Traffic, music, people talking, clattering in the kitchen, the milk shake mixer thing?”
“No, it’s more like a kitten.”
“What?” he said, furrowing his brow. “Are you so homesick for the cats that you’re hearing kittens? Are you seeing
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