The doorbell rang, and I started. It was too far from Waikiki to be Michael already, and I doubted it was Hugh, either. I waited for my father or somebody to open the door, but nothing happened, so I went myself.
“Rei!” Calvin Morita moved as if he intended to embrace me, so I stepped back, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Please don’t. I just woke up and was sick again,” I lied.
“Let’s sit down, then.” Calvin urged me over to the couch. “I’ll get you a glass of water, Rei. Ice?”
The last thing I wanted was Calvin Morita to hand me anything to eat or drink.
“Nothing right now, thanks,” I said, but he didn’t close the fridge door until he’d pulled out a bottle of mineral water for himself. Cracking off its top, he sat down across from me.
“Where’s Jiro?” I asked.
“Ah, the question you always ask me! He’s taking an afternoon nap. I took advantage of the lull to come over and welcome you home from the hospital. I saw your father, uncle and Tom at the pool.”
“I wonder why they didn’t tell me they saw you,” I said.
“Well, you were sleeping, weren’t you? I did have a chance to chat with them, and your father said you were the victim of food poisoning. If it turns out that it was the sushi, I’ll feel awful.”
“Why? I mean, why would you think it was the sushi?”
“You vomited, right? Did they talk to you about salmonella?”
“I’m sure the restaurant sushi was safe. Everyone else who ate it that night was fine.” I wanted Calvin out of the house; my gut was clenching and wrenching overtime, just being alone with him.
“Yes, and I was fine, too. I don’t understand. Your cousin told me that you actually ate at the home of Josiah Pierce earlier on the same day.” Calvin gave me a tell-me-more look.
“Yes, Michael and I were there. Mr. Pierce is cooperating with the health department, too.”
“How did you get invited over there?” Calvin blurted, as if no longer able to contain himself.
“He’s the uncle of one of Michael’s former classmates.”
“Oh, right. The Punahou connection!” Calvin seemed to relax slightly. “Well, I wouldn’t think you’d get sick at a place like a multi-millionaire’s Tantalus estate. That house is really nice, for an old place.”
“Have you been there?” I asked.
“Sure. I’ve dropped off Jiro’s father there a few times. They have a business relationship, as you might have guessed.”
“Really.” I stood up. “Calvin, it was very nice of you to stop in. I appreciate you keeping the heat on the health department, as well.”
Calvin stood up too, as if understanding his time was over. “I was wondering-did your doctor at Queen’s give you any medicines to take home?”
“No. The prescription was just rest and relaxation.”
“I hope that’s enough. Let me know if you have any symptoms like nausea that continue to trouble you.”
“My medical care’s all taken care of by Otoosan and Tom,” I said dismissively. “I couldn’t be more fortunate to have them in-house.”
“But they can’t write prescriptions in Hawaii, and you’re clearly under a lot of stress,” Calvin said. “I can see from your slight pallor, and the darkness under your eyes, that you aren’t sleeping well. You might benefit from a temporary course of Valium.”
“Valium?” I asked incredulously. Hadn’t I just told him I’d thrown up? And I’d been poisoned by a mixture of benzodiazepines and SSRI drugs.
“If you tried Valium once and didn’t react well, perhaps the dosage was wrong. It’s a matter of weight. What are you, about one hundred ten?”
Struggling to keep control, I answered him. “Calvin, thanks for your concern, but my weight is none of your business. I’d prefer not to be your patient, period.”
“That’s OK.” Calvin gave me a wave and headed for the door. “Just let me know if you change your mind.”
I LOCATED MY relatives shortly after Calvin left; all three of them were at the swimming pool, having just eaten plate lunches purchased at its concessions stand. They hadn’t seen Calvin knock at the door, and agreed that I’d done well to reject a Valium prescription. I went back to the house to put on a bathing suit while the concessions stand prepared a special mini-meal for me, at Tom’s insistence. It was a two-scoop lunch, just fruit salad and rice.
After the meal, I submerged my body in the shallow end, while my father swam laps, if you could call the short distance from one side of the pool to the other that. I wondered how things had gone so crazy, so fast.
The sun moved and suddenly the pool was cold. I got out and lay on a chaise with the last Juanita Sheridan novel, and the last Harry Potter. My father had brought them out along with a water bottle and the cell phone, which he pointed out was showing an icon signifying that a message was waiting. Michael, I thought with relief, pushing buttons until I could find the number of the person who’d just called. I recognized it as that of Uncle Edwin’s household. Reluctantly, I dialed back.
“You feel better now?” Yosh asked in his rough voice.
“Yes. It’s just…everything was a bit overwhelming. I hope my outburst didn’t upset you.”
“I seen a lot worse yelling in our house. Hey, I want to tell you, I think it’s a nice idea you had, to visit the cottage.”
“Now that I have the maps, it will be easy to find our way via Barbers Point,” I said, glad I had something positive to think about. “When would you like to go?”
“Tomorrow. I’ll take Braden along, because Edwin’s got a sales conference. The boy say he don’t want to go, but he should see the place. It’s part of who he is, yah?”
“And what about Courtney?” I asked, mindful of the one who always was ignored.
“Well, she got school tomorrow, but she can go if we wait till two-thirty.”
“Fine. I’ll bring the minivan.” I wasn’t going to ask Michael to come with us after all.
EVENING WAS APPROACHING; the sun had moved around the pool, and the little children and their parents were dragging their water toys behind them on the way home, while the young officers were arriving, hefting coolers and staking out grills. It was time for all of us to leave too-my father for tai-chi practice, and Tom and Hiroshi to pick up pizza in Kapolei.
I showered and pulled out the dress I’d selected earlier, a rose silk charmeuse dress that skimmed my body like a wave. Somewhere in me, I harbored the hope that Michael would drive over with roses and an apology. In the meantime, I might as well look nice for my meeting with Hugh, who’d last seen me looking very depressed in dirty gym clothes.
As I dried off and rubbed a plumeria-scented cream on my arms and legs, I slipped into matching lace underwear, also pink. I leaned before the bathroom mirror to apply my usual evening make-up: a tinted moisturizer, plum color for the lids, and a smoky gray liner. It was a kind of meditation, the strokes of the mascara wand, the etching of the lip liner. Here were the outlines: crisp edges distracting from the inward mess.
My face finished, I sat on the lanai, watching the sun slip farther down, and feeling the air cool against my skin. The sound of a car slowing down cut into my thoughts. I looked up and saw a long black Lincoln town car stop at the driveway.
It would be impolite not to meet him. As he emerged from the car, I started toward him, my bare foot squashing something soft. The lithe green lizard scuttled away, but not before I’d screamed.
“Darling, are you all right?” Hugh steadied me. I shook off his hands and took him in, handsome as ever in slim-cut khaki trousers and a white linen shirt that was only slightly wrinkled.
“I just stepped on a lizard.” I made a face.
“Are you sure it wasn’t a snake?” Hugh looked warily at the clipped lawn around us.
“There are no snakes in these islands. It’s one of the fun facts about Hawaii.”
Hugh turned back toward his limousine, carefully shielding his eyes from the sun. “May the driver stay where he’s parked? I don’t intend to keep you long, since you’ve just gotten out of hospital, but I did hope for a real visit.”
“It’s no problem. Uncle Hiroshi and Tom took our minivan to Kapolei to get some extra provisions. They won’t be back for a while, I’m sure.”
“I would have liked to see them. And where’s your father?” He gazed toward the house.
“He’s at tai-chi.”
