I let her cry for a minute or two and then pulled back. “Come on, everything’s going to work out.” I sat on the window ledge. “Tell me about Sandra.”
“She hasn’t recovered consciousness yet.” She pulled a linen handkerchief from the pocket of her dress and I realized she was still wearing what she had worn to the party. She dried her eyes. “The doctors don’t know what to expect. They notified her parents and they’re flying in this afternoon from Oregon.”
“That’s good, right? You’ll have somebody here with you.”
“They never approved of me and Sandy. I’m afraid, Kimo. I’m afraid Sandy won’t wake up. I’m afraid her parents will come and they won’t let me see her. That they’ll-make decisions-that aren’t-what she’d want.”
“You don’t have a power of attorney, or medical authorizations or anything like that?”
“I have it all. You know how Sandy is-everything’s organized. But that doesn’t mean they’ll pay attention to it. I’m not strong like she is. I can’t stand up to her parents, the doctors-it’s too hard.” She sat in the big chair again, and she was so tiny that she looked like a small child. “It’s kind of ironic, isn’t it? If we were able to get married then I wouldn’t have a lot of these problems.”
“I’ve got an idea.” I reached for the phone and called my brother’s office. After a couple of minutes on hold, listening to the weather guy’s pre-recorded voice promising sunshine and breezes, Lui came on. “Hey, brah. I’ve got a story for you.” I ran down Cathy’s situation for him. “It’s got a hook for you, tied into the bombing last night. You can keep running all that footage. You guys love all those explosions and fires and shit, don’t you?”
“Thanks for your high opinion of my job,” my brother said. “Let me talk to Cathy.”
They spoke for a couple of minutes and then she handed the phone back to me. “How’s Dad?” Lui asked.
“I haven’t gotten there yet. He’s next on my list.”
“Jeez, and they say I’m the son that doesn’t care. You’re in the goddamned hospital and you don’t even go to see him.”
“I’m getting there, I’m getting there.”
“Call me and let me know what you think.” He hung up and I turned back to Cathy.
“He’s going to send a crew to interview me,” she said. “I hate the thought of having our private lives on television, though.”
“Tell me about it.” I reached over and took her hand. “It’s what Sandra would do, though, isn’t it? Fight back?”
She smiled. “Yeah, I guess it is.”
I leaned back against the window and told Cathy what I had discovered so far. “Did you see anybody suspicious? Any sweaty-looking guy going into or coming out of the men’s room?”
She shook her head. “I was way too busy talking to people. You know how that goes. Sandy and I were trying to chat up the donors, make sure everybody was having a good time.”
Cathy smiled, and I looked at my watch. I’d been away from my desk for almost an hour, and I still had to see my father. “I’ve gotta go, sweetie. You have anybody to come stay with you?”
“Maria Luisa, Sandy’s secretary, she’s going to come over and sit with me for a while this afternoon, once she gets Sandy’s calendar cleared. The doctors are going to come back later for some more tests.”
I scribbled the number of my cell phone on a piece of paper and handed it to Cathy. “You need anything, you call me.” I handed her the number and then took her hand. “You know Sandra’s a fighter. She’s not going to let this get her down. You’ve just got to hold on, okay?”
It was good advice for all of us, I thought.
My father’s room was one floor up, and I climbed the stairs figuring I’d pop in, say my hellos, make sure nobody in the family had seen anything, and get back to work. But I couldn’t find his room number, and had to ask an orderly. “That’s in Intensive Care,” he said. “Through those double doors.”
As soon as I walked in I saw my mother and Aunt Mei-Mei, sitting together holding hands behind the glass wall of my father’s room. My mother had exchanged her fancy holoku from the night before for a pair of navy slacks and a magenta and white hibiscus-print blouse. Aunt Mei-Mei wore the same kind of modified cheongsam she always did, this one in a red silk print. I was struck by how much they looked alike, my father’s wife and the wife of his long-time best friend. Both of them were petite, with an elegant, china-doll beauty. And both of them were strong as steel underneath the pretty exterior.
My father was in an elevated bed, surrounded by high-tech monitoring equipment. His gown was open at the neck so that wires could connect to his chest. A single bony hand rested outside the beige spread, with a plastic tube tied into it. I stopped just outside the room and stared.
He had been kind of a mythical figure to us as kids. At six feet, he seemed like a giant, with broad shoulders and strong hands, scarred from years of hanging drywall, laying roofing tiles, digging ditches, whatever he had to do to get his buildings finished. He had a temper as strong as the sea on a blustery day, and yet I remember when I broke my arm surfing when I was eight how gently he’d carried me from the ocean to the car, and then into the hospital emergency room.
Now the tables were turned and I was healthy (well, reasonably) and he was sick. I couldn’t get over how frail he looked in the loose hospital gown. When had he lost so much weight? How come my brothers and I hadn’t noticed?
My mother saw me in the doorway and got up. I hugged her and hoped she wouldn’t notice me wince when her hands touched my back. I smiled over her head at Aunt Mei-Mei. “I’m so glad you’re here, Kimo,” my mother said. “Haoa was here this morning, but he had to go out and look at a job. Tatiana and Liliha just went for some lunch.”
“How is he?”
Her eyes were bright with tears but she made no move to wipe them away. “They’re doing tests. All kinds of tests. He was coughing so bad from the smoke when they brought him in, and they put him on this machine, it said his heartbeat was irregular, so they wanted to monitor him.” She looked over to him. “At least he’s sleeping now. He’s not very happy to be here.”
As if on cue, he woke up and looked around. When my mother and I walked into the room, he said, “Goddamn it, am I still here? When are they going to let me out?”
“Hey, Dad.” I walked over to him, then leaned down and kissed his forehead. His chin was grizzled with gray and black stubble. “Howzit?”
“I’d be doing a lot better if they let me out of here. Hospitals are terrible places. People die in them all the time.”
“You know why they have fences on cemeteries, don’t you, Dad? Because people are dying to get in.”
“This is no time for jokes. Maybe now that you’re here your mother will listen to reason. Lokelani! Kimo agrees with me. I should go home.”
“I don’t agree with you at all,” I said. “You belong right here in bed, where the doctors can keep an eye on you.”
“Useless! You’re all useless. I raise three boys and I can’t get one of them to stand up for me.”
“Well, he certainly doesn’t act sick,” I said to my mother. She and Aunt Mei-Mei exchanged grins. I sat on the edge of the bed next to my father. “Now Dad, you know we have to figure out what’s wrong with you.”
“There’s nothing wrong with me except an ungrateful family.”
“Yeah, and that’s what makes those squiggles on the heart monitor. You might as well face facts, pal, you’re not getting out of here until the doctors say you can, and until that nice lady over there in the chair agrees to let you back into her house. You got that?”
He stared at me, and I stared back. I won, of course. I mean, I’ve been to the police academy, after all. If I couldn’t outstare one sick old man, even if he was my father, then they ought to take away my badge. “Maybe another day,” my father said. “But tomorrow, I want to go home!”
“We’ll see. Now, if you don’t mind, I’ve got a job I ha
ve to do.” I told them all about the progress of the investigation so far, and asked if they had seen anything suspicious.
“I was too busy watching what your father ate,” my mother said. “And your father, he was too busy eating.”
“Dad?”
“I don’t know that woman. I don’t know what she’s doing here.”
I had to laugh, and he didn’t appreciate it. “Can you imagine? This is what I do all day. Interview cranky witnesses.”
My mother smiled. My father said, “I always wondered what it was you did.”
“Dad.”
“I didn’t see anybody suspicious. Between your mother and your brothers, nobody let me alone for a minute.”
I sighed. “So, Aunt Mei-Mei, how’s Uncle Chin? Is he as disagreeable as this one here?”
“Uncle Chin a little better,” she said. “Jimmy with him. Make him smile.”
“That’s good.” I looked down the hallway and saw my sisters-in-law approaching. “Hey, here come Tatiana and Liliha.” I felt this funny pang then, seeing my brothers’ wives. Lui and Haoa couldn’t be here with my father, but they had wives who could. Partners in the world, who would stand by them and their families, helping out when things got tough. I wondered if I would ever have that. Somebody to be there for me, to hold me when the big storms came.
FAMILY HAPPINESS
I walked out into the hallway to intercept them. I knew otherwise it would take forever for the room to settle down so I could ask my questions. Tatiana kissed me on the cheek, her long, ash-blonde hair rustling, and said, “Let me give this magazine to your mother and I’ll come right back out.”
When she’d gone in the room, Liliha said, “Well, you’re finally here.”
“Excuse me?”
She was wearing a crisp suit I was sure was by some famous fashion designer, the kind of solid-color thing with brass buttons and epaulets that Nancy Reagan used to wear. Her black hair was perfectly coiffed and her makeup immaculate. It was hard to remember that when Lui first brought her to meet us she only owned one nice dress and lived with her family in a trailer on Hawaiian homestead land on the windward side of O’ahu.
“It’s all your fault that your father is here in the hospital, and you didn’t even come to see him last night. And here it is almost one o’clock before you’re here today. Tatiana and I have been here since early this morning.”
I was flabbergasted. “I was investigating. That’s what I do, remember? I’m trying to figure out what happened.”
“I can tell you what happened. You were indulging yourself in this perverted homosexual marriage business and you dragged all of us into it. You know what you’re doing is wrong but you just won’t face up to it. And now see where it’s gotten you. Your father is in the hospital because of you.”
“How dare you say that, Lili?” Tatiana said, coming out of my father’s room. “Al is in the hospital because he’s sick, and you know damn well Howie and Lui and Kimo have been trying to get him to the doctor. This is not anybody’s fault. Shame on you for saying that!”
“You always defend him!” Liliha said. “You and your silly hairdresser friend. It’s sick and perverted, and this is God’s punishment on all of us for tolerating it.”
I finally found my voice. “Liliha, when you married my brother I took you in like a sister, and I’ve loved you and put up with your eccentricities and your temper for fifteen years. Because my brother loves you, I love you. I always assumed it was the same for you. That because you loved Lui, you loved me-and Haoa and Tatiana and Mom and Dad, all of us. Isn’t that what your religion teaches you, love thy neighbor?”
“Obviously not when your neighbor is gay,” Tatiana said.
“I don’t have to take this kind of abuse. I’ll come back later when things aren’t so upset.” Liliha turned and walked out of the intensive care unit, leaving the double doors swinging in her wake.
Tatiana looked into my father’s room and saw my mother and Aunt Mei-Mei watching Liliha leave, and she led me over to a bench out of earshot. A big-boned woman, she was a cross between a suburban mother and an unreformed hippie, Reeboks and jeans with a tie-dyed blouse and a necklace of big, clunky stones. Her hair, which had been piled up the night before in a fancy do created by her hairdresser friend Robertico Robles, now cascaded around her shoulders. “Lily’s just upset,” she said. “You know how she is. She feels everything Lui does, and if he feels bad about Dad being in the hospital, he just transfers that to her.”
I remembered seeing Lui and Liliha at the Church of Adam and Eve, and I was pretty sure her feelings went deeper than Tatiana wanted to allow. “I never knew she resented me so much.”
“Lui keeps her on a pretty tight string. I know she’s mad that Howie lets me get away with a lot. She’s just jealous. You and I are both a lot freer than she’ll ever be.”
“I don’t feel free most of the time. Sometimes I wish all I had to do in life was get dressed up and talk to the servants once in a while.” Lui and Liliha had a maid, a gardener, and a nanny for the kids; sometimes Tatiana and I got together and wondered what Liliha did all day, besides her nails and makeup. I was beginning to get a better idea.
“Makeup can be hell,” Tatiana said, deadpan, and we both laughed.
I filled her in on my investigation, and asked if she’d seen anything out of the ordinary.
“Well, there was nobody there in leather, which I kind of expected,” she said. “I mean, everybody was so tame. I wanted to see wild outfits, men kissing each other in fits of passion. I wanted Lili to be outraged. I wanted some guy to come up and pinch Howie’s butt.”
“Pity the poor guy who does that.” I told her about the sweaty guy Gunter and I had seen. “Did you see anybody who looked like that?”
“As a matter of fact, I did. Your friend Gunter and that nice boy Robert were bringing plants in from the lanai, and I was helping them put them in the right places. When they finished, I was waiting for Howie to bring me a drink from the bar, and this guy who was sweating like crazy got in line for the bathroom. This older man got on line behind him, and even though the guy was sweating and obviously in some kind of distress, he insisted that the older man go first. I thought that was so polite, and that maybe he wasn’t sick, that he’d just moved here, hadn’t gotten accustomed to the climate yet. Believe me, I know what that’s like.”
Tatiana had grown up in Alaska, and had met my brother while she was bumming around the islands waitressing and sketching portraits on the beach. Theirs was a true love match, and though sometimes awesome fireworks erupted between them, I had often seen the kind of magnetic attraction that kept them near each other at parties, even just hanging around their house. When Tatiana was anywhere in the vicinity, my grip on my brother’s attention was limited.
As long as Tatiana was around, he was okay. And he could be totally with you if she was in a different place, miles away. But if she was in the house or at a party with him, it made him nervous to be out of her sight. He was happiest of all when he was working out in their yard, planting something, weeding, trimming, watering, and she was nearby, reading a book under an umbrella or playing in the pool with the kids. He was grounded by the land and by his love for his wife.
“Would you recognize the sweaty guy if you saw him again?”
“Sure. You know I have a memory for faces. I can sketch him if you want.”
“That would be terrific. I sat with the artist this morning, and I’m sending him over to work with Gunter. After he’s done I’ll have him come up here and compare notes with you.”
“I think Aunt Mei-Mei will want to go home soon, so I’ll take her and while I’m out I’ll stop by the house and get some stuff to draw with.”
“How is Uncle Chin, do you think?”
She shrugged. “I think when you get to be that sick you take the small pleasures you can. He seems to like that boy you brought over. Aunt Mei-Mei says his spirits are a lot better.”
I looked at my
watch. “I’d better say my good-byes. God knows what kind of chaos is going on back at the station.”
Tatiana took my hand. “You know we all love you, don’t you, Kimo? I don’t want you to go thinking that Lili speaks for any of the rest of us.”
I kissed her cheek. “You’re the best. Like you said, she was just upset.” I resolved, though, to move the Church of Adam and Eve up on my list. If they could make Liliha feel so strongly against gay marriage, what else could they do?
BETWEEN BROTHERS
Back at the station there was a message from Mike Riccardi, which I returned immediately. He’d left three numbers, and I finally reached him on his cell. “Where are you?” I asked. “This connection is terrible.”
“I’m on the H2, heading back into town. I wanted to clear my plate so I could go full bore on your fire. I’m thinking it might be connected to some of the other arsons I’ve been investigating. The golf ball thing connects them, and the fact that they were all gay-owned or serving the gay community. I’ll know more when I get the full results back from the lab. Have you got any news?”
“I’ve gone through all the witness statements the uniforms collected last night, and there’s nothing there. But I went over to Queen’s today at lunch and talked to some of the people who were hospitalized.”
“Lunch? What’s that?”
“Don’t worry, I didn’t eat either.” I figured if I concentrated enough on work I’d forget I was hungry. I told him about the artist-my sketch, Gunter’s, and Tatiana’s.
“These guys are amateurs, I can feel it,” he said. “I’m heading in to the lab now, to see if they can connect that golf ball fragment you found to some of the other arsons. I spoke to the ATF guys, and because they think this is an arson, rather than a bombing, they’re going to back off and leave things up to us. The FBI’s going to hold off, too.”
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