Maile has become a voracious reader, and her appetite for books keeps growing. We’ve picked through the library offerings so we’re now buying books. I’ll not lie, feeding her literature habit has become costly, and because of it, I almost always find myself in a situation where I live paycheck to paycheck. But I don’t want to hinder such a healthy habit. Thankfully, there are still a few used book stores left on O’ahu, but unfortunately, she enjoys new books best.
“Maile!” I call, wondering why she wasn’t at her desk. “Where are you?” The closet door stands ajar. I open it. Nothing.
Once more, “Maile!”
Outside in the distance, I hear a dog barking. I open the back door and scan my yard. Nothing.
“Maile. You out here, Love?”
Another round of barking comes from just beyond the Silva’s mock orange hedge. I shuffle on my slippers and head into the yard. Turning the corner of the long well-trimmed hedge, I see her, sitting there on the Silva’s just as well-trimmed grass.
“Maile, so there you are. What are you doing here? Why didn’t you come back when I called you?”
She looks up, a bit guiltily. Good. I don’t like it when she wanders off by herself. “Come on,” I say, “let’s go home.” She stands up and comes towards me slowly. And then I see it. She stands before me, head down. I put my hand out. “Give that to me,” I command. Immediately, she drops the dead bird in my hand.
“Good girl,” I say, patting her on the head. “But I told you, Maile, if you kill birds, no more reading, right?”