Hissing Cousins (600)

Gi Yu’s throne occupied two floors of the Hawaiian Life Building off Kapi‘olani Boulevard.  Hawaiian Life.  What a laugh.  Hawaiian Life was exactly what that Yu blood money was bent on destroying.  They were putting up condos everywhere, had developed six Waikīkī hotels, and were laying out subdivisions of tract homes.

I rode to the top and went full steam down the hallway to her office.  When I pushed through the door a stony woman stared at me.  “How may I help you?”

I looked past her to the double Koa wood doors.  Pointing, I said, “I want to see her.”

Of course she asked if I had an appointment, and then she spouted the Miss-Yu-sees-no-one-without-an-appointment.

I said, “She’ll want to see me.  I’m her cousin.”

The fire-eater buzzed again.  There was some muzzled back and forth.

She asked, “Which cousin?”

“I’m the one who was in Queen’s Hospital, the son of her Uncle Beanpole.”

The guardian of the gate spoke again.  Then, “You may go in.”

I reached the door. a buzzer sounded.  I pushed with some might, but the door swung open easily.  Money, I tell you.

It was weird all of a sudden.  Sitting at her huge Koa desk, Gi looked as if she were far away, the kind of distance perspective you have when you look through the reverse side of binoculars.  If I’d been there to shoot her, it might have been a challenging shot.

She said, “Please have a seat, cousin,” gesturing toward one of the two in front of her.

It sounded as if she were a long ways away.  I made anger-fueled steps toward her, but I moved as though I were trudging through a stream of kochujang.  Finally reaching the chair, I felt I’d been on quite a journey.

“You look awful,” she said.

“I’m fine.”

“Water, coffee, tea?” she asked.

Cripes, what kind of polite subterfuge was she pulling?

“No thanks.”

She nodded.  “What did you want to talk to me about, cousin?”

If she would’ve stopped calling me cousin, I’d have appreciated it highly.  “Miss Yu, you do remember me, right?”

She leaned back in her chair, laser-eyeballing me.  “Of course.  Why didn’t you introduce yourself at the hospital?  I knew about Uncle’s family in Korea, but I never knew he also had a son here.”

This threw me off track.  “His family in Korea?  He has a son there?”

She gave me look of some kind of pity, as if she were observing a moron.  “Why of course.  Two boys and a girl.  Didn’t you know that?”

I didn’t, but wow did I want to play this?  I wasn’t a killer, so how could I fuck her up?  It took a few moments to decide.  I said, “No, I didn’t know that.  I haven’t seen my father since he moved back to Korea.  I’m looking forward to catching up with him.”

She was like a dry-ice sculpture.  I felt the frost rolling off of her.  “Catching up?” she said.  “How wonderful for you.  Uncle’s feeling better?”

“Oh yes, he’s very stable now.”  My mind clicked in this direction.  I said, “The doctors say we should be able to talk to each other in a day or so.”

This was my way of putting a bullet in her forehead.  Gi sat forward, her hands, white, gripping the edge of her desk.  I knew I was indeed yanking her diamond encrusted chain.

“I see, cousin.  I’m happy to hear this.”  She paused, gave me a frigid smile.  “I understand he’s moved.  Where is Uncle?  I’d love to come see –”

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Aloha #WriterTuesday, I hope all is well and you are safe and following precautions. Today’s #WritingPrompt is

cousins

Use it to inspire a piece of writing, long or short, any style, and then post that piece as a comment below. I would love to read it : )

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