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Updated: June 28, 2025
"Better be. It's a mile deep right out there." He looked down at Oliver, amused. Oliver was evidently too short for the Pacific. He spent the rest of the day poking around Waikiki and considering his visit to Kenso Nakano. The next morning, he caught a bus to the other side of the city.
"My grandmother's name was Emma." Jennifer was smiling again. "Sure," Oliver said, "I like it. What if it's a boy?" "I don't know," she said. "My father's name is Gene." "How about Frisco?" "Frisco? But that's a place, not a person . . ." "Nakano. Nakano Prescott, now there's a name." "I don't know." Jennifer's hands went protectively to her belly. "Nak? Naky?" Oliver raised his voice.
She turned to Oliver. "I'm sorry. Ken is on a trip. Can I help you?" "Oh." Oliver thought. "I need to find Muni." "Ken will be back the day after tomorrow. He is coming in tomorrow night late." "I'll call on the phone, then, the day after tomorrow? Maybe around nine in the morning?" "That will be fine." "Thanks," Oliver said. He drained his soda and gave the can back to Mrs. Nakano.
She was vulnerable under the big smile; Oliver often felt vaguely guilty and responsible for her. She had done the same thing as her mother: hooked up with an exotic stranger Muni Nakano, proper son of a proper Japanese family in Honolulu. But, his mother hadn't stuck around for sixteen years. She'd come back from Hawaii to Connecticut, pregnant, and eventually married Owl Prescott.
"Good," he said. He waved and started out the gate. "You want a ride down the hill?" Jimmy asked. "No need," Oliver said. "He fly," Kapono said. When Oliver got back to Waikiki, he had lunch at the banyan bar and thought about what had happened. Mrs. Nakano was nice. The moss-rock delivery duo had been most respectful. The house was in an upscale neighborhood.
"How do you do, Oliver. This is Jimmy. This is Kapono." The others nodded, and she went inside. "Superman without a license serious offense," Jimmy said. "Batman worse," Kapono said. "Still he pretty strong for a midget." Oliver grinned and brushed the dirt off his hands. There were times to keep your mouth shut. Mrs. Nakano returned and handed out cans of Pepsi. "This was good of you guys."
Maybe he should just be a tourist and forget the whole thing. He'd gotten along without his father this long; what difference would it make to meet him now? He didn't know. That was the problem. That was why he had to look up Kenso Nakano Ken on Alewa Heights. Chances were good that Ken was his uncle. Oliver rolled the whiskey around in his glass.
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