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Stephen locked the last window and picked up his keys.
“Malia! Aolani! Anuhea! Get your lovely rears in gear. Time
to go. Chop. Chop.”
The girls came through the living room, Aolani giggling,
Malia self-contained as always, and Anuhea after that. They
looked like beautiful birds with their flowers and sarongs.
Anuhea took the keys to the van, gave Stephen a quick kiss on
the cheek, and said:
“Someone called about the Tiki bobble heads. A whole
bunch of them were broken.”
“Thank you, dearest. I’ll see to it. Now, off with you. Josie
and I are going out on the town.”
He watched long enough to see the van make the turn onto
the main highway before he settled Josie in the Porsche.
“Let’s see what’s on the little blond girl’s mind, shall we?”
He stepped on the gas and they flew through the black
Hawaiian night. Josie had no idea what Amelia wanted but she
knew one thing: this was probably going to be the last smooth
road she traveled for a while so she sat back and enjoyed the
ride.
***
Eugene had thought to call the girl on Ian Francis’ phone one
more time. He had been thinking about that for the last three
hours while he worked on policy statements, made budget
notes so Senator Patriota would appear to be well versed
should he be asked why the Foreign Relations Committee
spent three times what other senate committees did on
administrative expenses. Of course, Eugene’s figures had
nothing to do with reality since there was no reason that their
spending should be so high. The trick was to make it all appear
to be reasonable. Eugene had moved that phone – Ian Francis’
phone – from one side of his desk to the other. It bothered him