Dance Dance Dance
“She didn't know where she was, but she had her phone number. So I rang up, exchanged greet-ings, and got directions. Ame had rented a small cottage near Makaha, about forty-five minutes out of Honolulu. We rented a Mitsubishi Lancer, turned the radio up loud, rolled down the windows, and were on our way. Everywhere we passed was filled with light and surf and the scent of flowers. "Does your mother live alone?" I asked Yuki. "Are you kidding?" Yuki curled her lip. "No way the old lady could get by in a foreign country on her own. She's the most impractical person you ever met. If she didn't have someone looking after her, she'd get lost. How much you want to bet she's got a boyfriend out there? Probably young and handsome. Just like Papa's." "Huh?" "Remember, at Papa's place, that pretty gay boy who lives with him? He's so-o clean." "Gay?" "Didn't you think so?" "No, I didn't think anything." "You're dense, you know that! You could tell just by looking at him," said Yuki. "I don't kno...w if Papa's gay too but that boy sure is.MoreLess
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