My Kind of Town
>> Hawaii Kai The nunnery look
It had been barely 15 hours since they'd left her home, but so much had happened in that time, it seemed like ages to Lily Ah Sun. She'd gone from fearing for her cousin Quinn's life (after he'd been shot defending Lily's maid Rosalita) to not giving a mongoose's okole what happened to the jerk (after catching Quinn kissing and being fondled by that slutty Gwen Roselovich in his room at Queen's).
At the moment, it would be fine with Lily if they went another 21 years without seeing one another again.
First thing when she got home, Lily was going to change her instructions to the interior designer to give her bedroom, which had been shot up last night, a "more masculine look" so that Quinn would feel comfortable when he moved in with her after his release from the hospital.
What motif should she choose now? How about the nunnery look?
And then Lily turned the corner onto her street and saw Quinn's big pickup truck parked outside her home where he'd left it last night. And she recalled how he had to help her up into and down from the cab, it was so high, and how strong he was. And how they had stopped at Maunalua Bay to walk and talk in the moonlight, and it turned into a kiss, and how at that moment Lily knew that Quinn was everything she'd ever wanted.
Well, too bad. Turns out he's just another weak-willed man who'd fool around with any trashy thing.
>> Zippy's -- Vineyard
HPD Sgt. Mits Ah Sun's major at the Pearl City station was also a father of a cop, so he understood when Mits asked to take the rest of the day off to visit his boy Quinn at Queen's.
But first he had to retrieve the papers from Gwen Roselovich that his niece Lily had thrown across the room when she saw Gwen with Quinn. That was the plan, to keep the cousins apart. But it definitely was not the plan for Gwen to get in the middle of whatever research Lily and Quinn were up to.
There she was now, coming across the lot.
"Thanks for bringing the papers, Gwen," Mits said, giving her a polite cheek-to-cheek while trying to keep his distance so as not to get makeup all over his blue uniform. "What're they about?"
"I just glanced. A bunch of old newspaper stories, all about your family. Seems your niece was doing some genealogical research."
"Of course," Mits said as if it was no big deal.
But of course it was.
Don Chapman is editor of MidWeek.
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