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Thursday, January 22, 2009

XXX. WHERE THERE'S SMOKE, THERE'S FIRE

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SOMEBODY'S GOTTA TAKE THE RAP

DA WAHINE STEPS UP FOR HER FRIEND

Holly The Ho Is A Stand-Up Guy

(Part Thirty; Part One is HERE.)


Holly and Tia finally made it out of the line at the Jack-In-The-Crack drive-thru, over ten minutes after Kris & Tad got through it. They never saw each other. Kris went back to his apartment, and Holly took Tia home. She helped Tia bring her food and drinks upstairs. She wanted to thank Tia's boyfriend Hoshi for fixing Kris's cab.

As soon as the girls came into the house, Hoshi started yelling.

"Eh, you was smoking in heah? You know you not supposed to smoke in heah! You could staht one fiyah, explo' da whole fahkkin' place! I get paints and chemicals and all kine stuff downstairs," the little old Japanese man fumed.

"Chill out, braddah! If I know one t'ing, it's how fah smoke! I been smoking since I was seven yeahs ol'!" Tia shouted back.

""Dats one naddah ting! You not suppose to be smokin' at all, evah, anyplace, any kine! You promise me! I should t'row you atta heah righ' now!"

"Eh, you like me go, I go. I get my stuffs righ' now, den." Tia headed for the bedroom.

"Hoshi, it wasn't her, it was me! I'm sorry, I didn't know. I brought some pakalolo, and I made her smoke it. It's all my fault. No blame Tia," Holly protested, lying to protect her friend.

"Eh, den you get out, and no come back! You making trouble!"

"Eh, if she go, I go. I not gonna take yah shit, ol' man! I can go an' live anywheres. I never had one frien' come up heah, you never have anybody come fah see you eidah! You never t'ink maybe I get lonely? Wit' jus' one mean ol' Japaneee man fah talk to? You wanna die alone in dis place, dat's OK wit me. I go wit my frien' righ' now!" Tia screamed in Hoshi's face.

Holly jumped in between them. "Wait, wait! No fight cuz 'a' me! I sorry, I apologize, no get mad! You two stay friends, we all stay friends, everybody gotta jus' calm down, yeah? I'll jus' go, OK? We can talk moah laters, Tia. Thank you for help me out, Hoshi. Please, no be mad, please?" Holly backed out of place, which was beginning to look like her own family situation, which was not good. She went back downstairs and got in the cab, Tia calling after her, "I'll talk to you soon, OK?"

Holly started the car and pulled out of Hoshi's body shop parking lot. She was sorely tempted to go to Chinatown and get some crack cocaine, or at least some pot. She was upset by the brouhaha at Tia's place, and worried about being out with Kris's cab so late. No, she thought, I should go back to Kris's place. Stay out of trouble. No more drugs, like I promised him. Besides, she told herself, he'll be so happy to see how I fixed his cab up, and bought us some groceries. I'm like a real wife now, a good partner. He'll see. He'll love me now.

Love made Holly hungry. Her Jack-In-The-Crack tacos were stinking up the car, making her stomach growl. She sipped her soda and crunched into a big greasy taco. She was going to get fat if she kept eating like this. She hadn't eaten this much in years. Almost three meals a day for nearly a week, now. It was good to eat real food, any food, for a change. Would Kris still love her if she got fat? Did he love her now? Well, he married her, sort of. They should celebrate. Oh! New Years! They should go out for New Years Eve! She could sell some jewelery and they could use the money to go someplace nice.

Holly felt something sticking in her ribs. It was the aliens' I-phone, which she'd stuck in the waistband of her jeans. She took it out and looked at it. I wonder if I can call Kris on this? she thought. I don't know his number. Maybe the phone knows. "Call Kris," she told the phone. It began to dial. At the same moment, Kris was calling her on his alien I-phone. They got each others' voice mail. Holly left him a message apologizing for being gone so long, explaining that she'd gotten the car fixed and bought some groceries and was headed home. "Not to worry. Love you. Bye. See you soon."

Holly drove back to Waikiki, almost twelve hours after she'd left it. She pulled into Lemon Road, cutting a guy off and screeching her tires when she accelerated to avoid hitting him. "Sorry, sorry," she called out. A police cruiser parked across the street started up and followed her into Kris's driveway, blocking her in as she parked under the apartment building. "Oh," she said, "Is there a problem, officer?"

"This your car?" the cop asked.

"No. Well, yeah. Sorta. It's my husband's taxi. We just got married. He's upstairs, I think."

"What's his name?" Another cop car pulled into the driveway.

"Kris."

"Last name?"

"Uhhhhm. I forget."

"You married and you forget your las' name>"

"Well, we just got married, sorta sudden. Yesterday."

"How come he report dis cah stolen, den?"

"HE DID!!!???"

"Maybe one awa ago." Another cop car pulled into the driveway.

"Uh, maybe he was worried about me. I been gone awhile. I tried calling him, but I got his voice mail. He's prob'ly upstairs now. Can we just go see?" A third cop car pulled into the driveway.

"Try wait." The first cop called the second cop over and they discussed the situation. The third cop came over and they briefed him. The third cop was older, though of the same rank. He said they should see if the cab owner was upstairs. The three went upstairs with Holly.

The door was locked. Holly realized she didn't have a key to the door, just one for the cab. She knocked on the door. No response. She knocked louder, and called Kris's name through the jalousie windows. Still no answer. The older cop took out his nightstick and banged on the door. One of the younger cops tried the windows, but they were not loose enough to come out easily.

The next-door neighbors, a Micronesian family, all came to their door. One of the younger cops told them to get back inside. The older cop told them to wait.

"You seen your neighbor tonight?"

The Micronesian Mom shook her head nervously, no. One of her kids piped in, "Yeah, I seen him, he in dere."

"You get lanai in back?" The cop asked.

The woman nodded yes.

Two of the cops went through the Micronesians' apartment to the rear lanai. There was a low wall between the different apartments' small rear terraces. One of the cops climbed up and swung around the wall. The sliding glass door into the apartment was locked, or jammed. He tapped on the glass with his flashlight. He shined the light inside, and he could see someone lying on a mattress on the floor in the darkness. He told the other cop this, who told him to bust in. The cop got out a burglary tool and jimmied the door open. He took out his gun and walked over to the bed with his light on the sleeping figure.

"Sir?" No response. The guy was out cold. Or dead. The cop kicked him in the leg. No response. He kicked him in the ribs. The occupant of the bed jerked bolt upright. The kick in the ribs had hurt, and Kris was feeling belligerent after a beer and some barbiturates. He didn't know where he was or what was going on, but there was a guy shining a light in his face. In his own bedroom, he realized. An intruder. He grabbed at the intruder, and the guy hit him in the head with his flashlight. Kris shouted and pulled himself out of bed, headed for the intruder. The cop trained his gun on Kris. It was one of those situations where people get shot all the time. The cop got ready to put a bullet in Kris's head.


[PART THIRTY-ONE TOMORROW copyright 2008 Cosa Nostradamus.]
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