An quasi-epilogue to ‘The Year of the Horse’

 

Goodbye Aikane…

by

AS

 

 

 

“Steve –“

 

McGarrett turned towards the familiar voice that called his name.

 

“The plane is boarding.”

 

Nodding, he walked over to where his second in command stood, his mind still preoccupied with the memory of the woman they had put on a plane the day before.  He’d been intrigued by Dolores since their first meeting and now wondered if it would be worth looking her up upon their return to Hawaii.  He decided it was a thought he could ponder on their long flight home.  As he came up next to his friend, McGarrett glanced over at Williams and was disheartened to see him avoid eye contact.  Dan had been distant if not bored throughout the trip.  An eerie feeling filled McGarrett and he knew that while he might enjoy spending his time thinking of the GI ‘widow’ in reality he’d really spend a good part of the flight home contemplating the reasons behind his friend’s increasingly odd behavior. 

 

 

Life at Five-O had finally begun to wind down to a more normal sense of chaos.  Steve sincerely hoped that, with the end of this particular case, a quieter, less extreme run of cases would find their way to his team.  As they settled into their seats on the plane, he found himself unable to stop glancing at Williams.   Abruptly he realized that Dan looked every bit of his slightly over forty years, maybe with a few extra added on.  The gray/white patches in the curly hair were more evident than they had ever been.  But then since the previous fall it had almost seemed as if Williams had been the focal point of every case that had landed in Five-O’s offices.  As the cases had come fast and furious of late there had been little opportunity for down time or sometimes even for the chance to talk the way they had done in the past.  Silently Steve vowed to make the time once the paperwork was finished on this particular investigation.  As with the case, his gut now told him that there were more storms brewing on the horizon.  He again glanced over at his second in command but Williams’ face was turned away from the boss.  Silently sighing, McGarrett could only hope for a quiet ride home and a few uneventful days/weeks to come.

 

*****

 

A week after their return from Singapore brought relative calm to the Five-O offices at Iolani Palace.  While there were on going cases that the team was investigating, none had the urgency of their recent past.  McGarrett sat at his desk finishing up some paperwork.  The staff had all departed long ago including Duke Lukela and, surprisingly, Dan Williams.  He paused in his writing to ponder on that thought.  There was still something bugging his second in command yet Danno didn’t seem interested in telling him - unusual.  But then Steve had not pressed him for an explanation the way he normally did.  Odd behavior from the both of them and Steve could not figure out why. 

 

The outer door of the office opened and shut rather noisily.  Automatically reaching for his weapon, McGarrett glanced up at his office door, relaxing when he recognized his friend in the doorway.  Dressed in casual clothes, Danny Williams paused before entering the office.

 

“How did I know you would still be here?”  He scoffed and then entered the Five-O boss’ private domain.

 

“Perhaps you just know me too well.” The sarcastic gruffness of McGarrett’s retort hid his fondness for the man who was now approaching him.

 

“Yeah…well…maybe,” Dan paused as he came to a stop in front of the desk.  “Look, Steve, can we talk?”

 

As if sensing a definite shift in the mood, McGarrett put his pen down and looked up.  Without tangibly identifying how he knew, he was aware that something had changed in the time that Williams had been gone from the office.  The unsettledness he had sensed in his friend the last several weeks was gone replaced by a purpose, a resolve.  He gestured towards the lanai.  “Let’s go out there.”

 

Dan shook his head, unable to meet his friend’s stare.  “I don’t think –” He allowed the sentence to fall off without completion.  This was even harder than he had imagined it would be. 

 

McGarrett’s eyes narrowed as he focused in on Williams, trying to determine where this conversation was headed.  He hated surprises, despised not knowing what was going on with his friends and was very uncomfortable in situations where he was not in control. “Something wrong, Danno?”

 

Given the opening, Danny knew he had no choice but to plunge ahead.  It did not matter how much he tried to ease into the subject or sugarcoat what he was about to say.  This was going to hurt McGarrett enormously.

 

“Yes and no.  I’m leaving Five-O, Steve.”  Dan winced.  The words had come out flat and cold, not the way he had intended.

 

Steve froze.  There was no other way to describe his reaction.  It was as if all of his bodily functions stopped at Dan’s words.  His skin chilled and goose bumps jumped up on his arms.  It felt as if the weight of the world now suddenly rested squarely on his shoulders.  He wet his lips, not sure what to say or how he felt.  He was shocked and stunned.  Never had he expected this!

 

“Leaving?” he croaked.  His voice sounded foreign in his own ears.  His response inane; it was all he could think of, assuming of course that he was still able to think. 

 

Danny remained silent.  Knowing his boss as well as he did he knew there was more coming before he’d need to speak again.  He just needed to give Steve time to fully process what he had said to him.  Briefly he wondered how badly Steve’s Irish temper was going spill out.

 

“What do you mean – you’re leaving Five-O?” 

 

McGarrett rose but made no effort to come around from behind his desk.  Quickly the stunned shock he had first felt was being replaced by intense anger.  As far as he knew nothing had occurred of late that would provoke a resignation by his second in command.  His mind raced as he searched for a recent event that was more important than he might have thought.

 

“Steve, I’ve had it.  I can’t do this anymore.  I’ve got nothing left.”

 

“So you are just going to walk away?  No, run away?”

 

“There’s no other way to do it.”

 

“There’s always another way, Danno! If you want to find one that is.”

 

“What does that…?”

 

Dan stopped abruptly.  Steve was angry.  He had known that he would be and had promised himself on the drive back to the palace that he would not reciprocate that anger.  Dan felt that if he also became angry that there would be no way for the two of them to ever continue speaking to each other after the hurt from his decision faded.  That was something he did not want to happen. 

 

“Where are you going?  Back to HPD?”  Aghast at the thought, McGarrett could not imagine Dan returning to the regular police force without someone having tipped him off before now.

 

“No, I’m leaving Hawaii.”

 

“Leaving the islands?”  This news rocked Steve again.  Not only was his friend leaving the team, he wasn’t even going to be anywhere close by.  “When?” he whispered.

 

“Day after tomorrow.”

 

Saturday.  Steve tried to swallow the lump that had appeared in his throat.  He shook his head a little, barely comprehending what was going on around him.  Opening his mouth to speak, he realized he had no clue what to say.   His mouth shut again.  He struggled to think but his mind was blank.  He stared down at the top of his desk, emotions coursing through him.  He couldn’t look at Danny.

 

Williams waited for several minutes.  The next move belonged to McGarrett but he appeared to be unwilling or unable to make one.  Unsure of what he should do or say, Dan sighed and shook his head.  This was not how he wanted their conversation to go. 

 

“I’ll see you in the morning, Steve.”

 

Danny lingered a few more minutes in front of the large desk.  Uncertain as to exactly what he was hoping for, he only knew that he wished that he could see something in Steve – other than the anger.  At last he turned and slowly walked out of the office, closing the door behind him.

 

Steve waited until he heard the second door click shut.  Then without warning his fist slammed down onto the desktop several times.  How dare he!!  Did he really believe that McGarrett was simply going to take his resignation without question?  And then to simply announce that he was leaving the Islands!  That was definitely a bit extreme in Steve’s mind.  As abruptly as it had surfaced his sudden flare of temper vanished, only to be replaced by a crushing sense of loneliness.  His second in command, his closest friend, had just resigned with the intent of leaving both Five-O and Hawaii in approximately forty-eight hours. 

 

*****

 

Jogging along the beach early the next morning Steve made a conscious decision to not take the route by Dan’s apartment.  Fairly certain that he wouldn’t want to jog that morning, McGarrett also wasn’t certain that he was ready to face his friend yet.  He found what he thought and felt impossible to put into words.  He hadn’t been able to think through anything the previous night.  Yet his brief discussion with Dan was all that was on his mind.  Barring the idea that this was all a dream or that Dan had changed his mind, this was the last day Williams would be in the Palace as a part of Five-O, as his second in command.  Steve didn’t know how he was going to react; how he was going to even get through the day.

 

Danny Williams had gotten to the office extra early.  He had a lot of clean up work to do and wanted to get some of it done before the regular staff arrived.  He wasn’t sure how Steve was going to treat this.  That had been one of the things he’d wanted to talk about the previous evening however their flaring tempers had made that impossible.

 

Picking up the box he had brought in with him, he worked at packing up the personal objects that dotted his office space.  His thoughts centered mostly on the memories that each object invoked, he moved fairly quickly.  His motivations were two-fold.  First off, he was trying stave off the questions that would be volleyed in his direction if he attempted to carry out the task with most of the staff present.  Second he knew deep down inside that ultimately he was still operating in his ‘protect McGarrett’ mode.  He had performed the task for so long that he knew it was now probably just an extension of his personality.  Most times he never realized or made a conscious decision to enter into the mode.  It just happened automatically.  No matter what had been said between them the previous night Danny knew that his resignation had deeply hurt Steve.  He also knew that he only needed to speak the words and all would be forgiven and forgotten and life at Five-O would continue as if the previous evening had never happened.  However it was something that Williams was not prepared to do.  Too much had happened over the last year.  Who was he kidding?  Too much had happened since Chin Ho’s murder but that had been the beginning.  The dumping of the detective’s body in front of the palace had deeply affected Honolulu law enforcement as a whole.  For the state police unit, the loss had been mind boggling.  Dan had thought he had come to understand how he felt about the event but knew now that understanding and acceptance were two vastly different things.  Briefly he wondered if Steve had ever reached either plane – he doubted it.

 

Entering Five-O’s outer offices, McGarrett tried not to glance in the direction of Williams’ office.  He thought for a few seconds that perhaps he could quietly move to his own office without so much as an acknowledgment to his second in command.  Yet he found himself drawn to the doorway much in the same way a magnet was drawn to another.  Leaning against the frame, he mutely watched his friend as he went through desk drawers, removing items and either tossing them in the trash or placing them in the nearby box.  As if pulled by an inexplicable force, Williams turned around and spied his boss. 

 

“Hi Steve…”

 

McGarrett raised his hand a little as if to gesture at something but then his hand fell limply to his side.  He opened his mouth to reply but no words would come.  He felt a jumble of emotions surge in his chest threatening to block off his throat.  With great effort he pushed them down, buried them beneath a mountain of anger.  A brief flicker of emotion must have crossed his face.  Or maybe Dan just knew him too well because McGarrett noticed something in the younger man’s gaze.  Setting his face in the coldest, hardest look he could muster, he silently turned away from the doorway and entered his own office. 

 

Dan remained motionless in his seat, staring at where McGarrett had been standing.  The paperweight slowly turned over in his hands.  A movement he was not even cognizant of doing.  Obviously life wasn’t any more settled this morning than it had been the previous evening.  He had wished…well maybe some things would not be resolved after all.

 

 

Once inside his private sanctuary, McGarrett leaned against the now closed door.  It had taken all of his willpower to not react to what he saw and then the concern that had crossed Danno’s face.  He buried the hurt and all of the other emotions under the anger.  If Williams cared, then he wouldn’t be leaving.  It was as simple as that.

 

 

Pushing himself away from the door, he stalked over to his desk and flopped into the chair.  Yet concentration did not come easily.  But then again neither did acceptance of change.  Thinking back, he knew that the unwillingness to accept change was deeply ingrained.  If it weren’t, then he would already have a new detective in place of Chin Ho.  Almost two years had passed since the Oriental detective had been murdered.  Steve still missed the wise counsel that occasionally spilled from his mouth.  McGarrett should have replaced him over a year ago.  Danno had been after….well that wasn’t important any more.  He promised himself that he’d work on new team members over the next few weeks with the idea of having a full staff no later than September. 

 

Feeling a little more settled now that he had a plan of action for the unit and hearing some additional activity in the outer offices, he buzzed Lani and requested that she send Duke Lukela into his office upon arrival.  Moments later the door opened and the Hawaiian detective entered.  Steve urged him to take seat, saying that he had several things to discuss with him.  Nearly to the front of the desk, Duke immediately volunteered to get Danny. 

 

“No need.”

 

“What?”

 

“Danno won’t be joining us this morning, Duke.”

 

Lukela was perplexed.  The confusion on his face told McGarrett that Williams had not yet informed the staff of his imminent departure.  ‘I wonder why he’s waiting,’ McGarrett thought as he gestured Duke into a chair.  McGarrett cleared his throat.

 

“Danno resigned Duke.”

 

Shock showed plainly on the detective’s face.  “What?  When?”

 

“He came back to the Palace last night and told me.”  McGarrett’s throat tightened at the mere mention of the previous evening.  Duke appeared to start to say something but Steve cut him off.  He needed to pass the news along as clinically as if he was simply updating his detective on a new case.  “He’s decided to go to the mainland so he’s leaving Hawaii tomorrow.” 

 

Duke started and opened his mouth but nothing came out of it.  Shocked beyond a response, he was certain that he had heard McGarrett wrong.  Stunned that Danny would quit Five-O he found it inconceivable to imagine Williams leaving the Islands that had always been his home.  He stared at McGarrett wondering if this wasn’t some elaborate ruse that the two had plotted since life at Five-O, while busy, had been fairly mundane of late.  Yet barely visible beneath the calm professional exterior was a certain shakiness that told Lukela this was definitely not fantasy but reality. 

 

“Steve –“

 

McGarrett cut him off, knowing he could not accept the sympathy and concern that he could read on the Hawaiian’s expression.  He had to retreat behind the walls that had served him so well for years.  It was the only way he could survive the day without breaking down – something that he did not want to do in front of either his staff or his friend. 

 

“We’ve got work to do, Duke.  Let’s see if we can’t somehow make a dent in what we’ve got open.”

 

Before Duke could respond the door opened and Danny entered the office with a few file folders in his hand.  Glancing at the two men, he wondered what he had interrupted.  Judging from the stormy expression on Duke’s face and the carefully correct mask on Steve’s, Danny knew that the boss had just told the other detective about his resignation.  He had to admit that he wasn’t too sure how he felt about that.  Realistically he understood that the staff would have to be told so that they would know how to handle details that he normally handled after today.  However he hadn’t expected it to actually happen the first thing in the morning.  He wasn’t sure he knew what he had expected.  He only knew that the whole situation felt almost surreal to him – like he was living it more as an observer than a participant. 

 

McGarrett eyed his second in command as he walked into the office, struggling to maintain the professional expression on his face.  It took nearly all of his self-control to not react to what he knew he was seeing for one of the ‘last times’.  Wondering how many more of these he would face, his voice was unavoidably gruff as he questioned what Dan carried. 

 

“The fraud and extortion cases – we’re close on both of those right now, Steve.  Could maybe crack them both today.”

 

McGarrett sighed, knowing he had to somehow keep his mind on the business of the day.  Understanding that he would find it even more difficult as the day drew to an end, he found himself filled with a sense of loss that he could barely describe.  The emotion caused him to snap at the man standing in front of him.  Regretting the words and tone as soon as they left his mouth, he watched as Dan took a small step back away from him.  Unable to take the words back or say anything to soothe the increasing tension in his office, he remained near his desk silent.  Finally Dan inclined his head a bit and then said he’d work on seeing how close he could come to breaking open the fraud case.  Before McGarrett could reply he turned and fled the room, closing the door behind him as he did so. 

 

Duke eyed his boss, knowing that he needed to say something to jolt the man from the path he now seemed determined to travel.  The only thing he could come up with was the inane question of whether Steve had tried to talk Danny out of leaving.  McGarrett had no answer.  How did he admit to being so completely shocked that he’d been unable to do anything but react in anger to the announcement?  How could he explain that he could not see a way to give in to the pain he felt at the upcoming departure?  How to confess that he did not see day to day operations at Five-0 continuing after tomorrow? 

Steve didn’t look at Duke – he couldn’t.  But –

 

“Don’t you have work to do?”

 

Surprised by the question, Lukela stared for a few more seconds then left the office. 

 

The rest of the day passed far too quickly for McGarrett.  Not even consciously admitting it to himself, he understood that all he really wanted was for time to stop so that he did not have to face a moment he had dreaded for years.  True to his earlier remark, Dan did indeed find a major breakthrough in the fraud investigation and late in the afternoon he stuck his head in Steve’s office to announce that he had just obtained a search warrant and was leaving to hopefully make an arrest in the case.  Jumping from the chair, McGarrett hurriedly grabbed his holster and jacket and ran to accompany him.  Hurrying down the stairs of the Palace, Steve fished a set of keys out of his pocket and tossed them to the man who was barely a half step behind him.

 

“Here, Danno, we’ll take my car but you drive.”

 

“Sure, Steve.”

 

Emotional upheavals, tensions and upcoming events were pushed aside as the two men jumped in the Mercury and screeched away, their business as usual personas firmly in place.  They had worked together too long to not easily fall back on thought patterns and behaviors that were familiar to them both.  Neither talked much on the quick drive to the address but there was no need.  Each knew what the other was thinking and what would happen once they reached the building.  Each was aware of what the other would do and what he would be expected to handle and how they would react.

Braking swiftly but not as roughly as when McGarrett usually drove the Mercury, they jumped from the vehicle and ran to where several uniformed HPD officers were waiting for them.  Dividing up manpower, McGarrett and Williams started to head off in different directions when suddenly Steve stopped and reached out, briefly grasping on to Dan’s arm with his hand.  Glancing down for a second, Dan looked up and into his boss’ expression.  A stranger or another officer would only have seen McGarrett’s professional, command expression.  But Williams was neither and he was easily able to look beyond the norm, seeing the concern hidden there and reading the subliminal message.  He locked gazes with McGarrett for the briefest moments and nodded his head before turning and hurrying off. 

 

Except for more of a struggle than had been anticipated and the presence of a surprise accomplice, the arrest went off ordinarily for the most part.  Turning his prisoner over to a uniformed officer that he did not know, McGarrett immediately looked around for his second in command. 

 

“Danno!”

 

“Right here, Steve.”

 

Handing the other handcuffed man over to HPD, Williams moved quickly across the room.  Observing that nothing appeared to be wrong, he still asked if McGarrett was all right.  Getting the affirmative response and a quick but thorough look over from the boss, Dan turned to leave the building.  Out in the late afternoon sun, several uniformed men still on the scene took a minute to tell Dan good-bye.  Not wanting to intrude, McGarrett continued walking, coming to a stop near the Mercury’s hood where he was soon joined by Dan.  McGarrett didn’t speak but held out his hand and Williams quickly dropped the keys in it. 

 

****

 

By the time they returned to the Palace, most of the regular staff was already gone for the day and a note on McGarrett’s desk stated that Duke was tracking down a lead on one of their newer cases and would return by dinner.  Dan turned, checking to see if he wanted to order their normal evening meal.  Little was said between the two upon its arrival.  Towards the end of the meal Dan tossed a packaged fortune cookie to McGarrett.  He opened the cookie and removed the slip of paper. Glancing at it, Steve immediately shoved it in his pocket without bothering to read it aloud.  Dan teased him a bit about it, reminding McGarrett that his fortune would not come true if he didn’t but all Steve could do was shake his head in refusal.  He watched as Dan opened his own cookie and appeared to carefully study the slip of paper before fisting it into a small ball & dropping it in his pocket. 

 

“Silly, stupid things – not sure why we even believe in them,” he muttered.  He glanced up to find McGarrett staring at him and raised a questioning eyebrow rather than verbally asking what was wrong. 

 

When no reply came Steve rose and moved out to the lanai fully knowing that Dan would follow him.  He leaned against the white rail and then turned his head a little to speak to the person behind him.

 

“Still leaving tomorrow?”

 

Dan winced, not wanting to answer but knowing he had no other choice.  “Yeah, Steve.”

 

McGarrett nodded his head not trusting his voice for several seconds.

 

“Danno…”

 

Williams heard the tension in the voice and quickly searched for some way to stop this conversation from ending the way the other one did.  Walking up next to his friend, he said the only thing that came to his mind.

 

“You know it almost feels like you’ve called me that my whole life.”

 

The statement temporarily diffused McGarrett’s ire and he turned to look at Dan, nodding his head in acknowledgment.  Dan looked away from Steve’s gaze and, in a low voice, said that he really needed to leave. 

 

‘No!  Find some excuse to keep him here, to make him stay!’ The thought flashed in McGarrett’s brain.  As he turned to face his friend, he noticed an object in Dan’s hand.  The logical thought processes of his brain clamped down on the emotions screaming in his chest.  He stared at Dan’s outstretched hand.

 

“I guess you’ll be wanting this, Steve.”

 

Trying and failing to not react, McGarrett’s body trembled a little as he eyed the black leather ID case.  Accepting it, holding it in his hand would make this seem too real, too permanent.  He started to shake his head.

 

“You can’t leave.”

 

Not positive he had spoken the words out loud, he knew that he had once he glanced at Dan’s face. 

 

“I have to.”

 

“Why, Danno?”  The question almost flung from him, Steve knew it sounded angrier than he had meant it to.  He heard Dan sigh.

 

“I have to, Steve.  Can’t you just accept that?  Without being mad?”

 

Taking a half step towards him, Dan reached out and took Steve’s arm for a second before he placed the ID case in his hand.  Not knowing what else to say, he turned back towards the office. 

 

“Do you need a ride tomorrow?  To the airport.”

 

Williams stopped but did not turn to face McGarrett.  Then he shook his head ‘no’.  He had already arranged a way to get to the airport.  McGarrett didn’t speak again not even when Dan paused just inside the office near his desk.  Danny laid his keys and gun on the desktop and turned, unsure if he should say anything else.  His low voice a near whisper, he was not positive that McGarrett, who had remained out on the lanai seemingly with his back towards the office, even heard him.

 

“Bye, Steve.”

 

Then Dan turned and walked out the door.

 

 

 

EPILOGUE:

 

 

McGarrett looked up from his painting only briefly, allowing the warmth of his island paradise to soak into his skin.  Since retiring as the head of Five-0 at the start of summer, he had permanently relocated to his beach house on Kaui and become a virtual recluse.  At least as far as the Hawaiian social circles considered it.  Yet doing so had been the only way to obtain the privacy he craved.  He had to admit it had been a success for few dared to wander down the path to his door.

 

Turning his attention back to the colorful canvas, he almost missed the sound of footsteps on concrete.  He looked up warily – part curious as to whom had ventured out to him and part leery as he thought of whether it would be a friend or a foe.  A shadow fell across the area and then he heard the voice.

 

“You didn’t show up last night.  Why, Steve?”

 

“I had a prior commitment.”

 

“Is that what you told him?  Or did you not even bother to respond to his invitation?”

 

“Duke…”

 

“Ben and Kono were there with their families.  So was Jenny.”

 

The Hawaiian paused as if expecting a comment.  When none came, he used what he felt was either his ace or an unfair weapon.

 

“He kept looking around the room, like he was watching for someone.  Like he was hoping to see you, Steve.”

 

“Sounds to me like there were plenty of people there to occupy Danno’s attention.  I doubt that he had the time to look for me.”

 

“Come off it, Steve!  We both know Danny better than that.  I thought you said the two of you settled things before you left Five-O.”

 

McGarrett didn’t answer and averted his gaze from his former detective.

 

“He’s still on the islands, Steve.”

 

“I know, Duke. I’ve got his schedule.”

 

To the former detective that simple sentence was solid proof of what needed to happen.  He wondered if the boss (for some reason he would always think of McGarrett as the boss) saw it in the same way.  He walked up next to Steve.

 

“Call him, Steve.  You both need this opportunity.”

 

“Yeah, I will, Duke.  I will.”

 

The two men stood silently for several minutes before Duke turned and walked back towards the front of the house.  Steve stared unseeingly at the water front view for several more minutes before turning and walking into the house himself.  Pausing near the breakfast counter, he picked up an envelope that had laid there since it’s arrival several weeks ago.  He slid the fancy parchment out of the envelope and stared at the decorative script inviting him to his former second in command’s wedding, remembering his initial trepidation when it had first arrived in the mail.  Within minutes, he had known that there was no way he could attend the ceremony.  He’d been about to resolutely dispose of the mail when he had realized that there was a separate folded piece of paper with the standard invitation.  Opening it, he had stared at the familiar, bold handwriting.  The note from Dan had been read so often that Steve knew he had its contents memorized however he could not resist reading it again.  It had acknowledged the possibility that McGarrett would not want to make such a public appearance like attending Dan’s wedding.

 

Steve, I’ve always understood how critically important your privacy is to you.  I know that you will most likely not feel comfortable attending the wedding.’

 

Amazed at how well his friend still knew his idiosyncrasies, McGarrett still blanched as he read the words.  The note went on to outline tentative plans while on the Islands as well as listing the departure information.  Dan had included a couple of phone numbers where Steve could reach him.  Although he hadn’t specifically asked McGarrett to call him, there were enough other remarks there that Steve understood Dan was hoping he would and that they could find some time to meet.  Slowly sliding the invitation and note back into the envelope, Steve knew he would not phone Dan.  While no longer upset over his initial leaving, McGarrett believed that they had probably grown too far apart in their different lives for a meeting to be anything but awkward between them.  That was not how he wanted to remember them.  Feeling foolish, he moved into the kitchen and rummaged in his ‘junk’ drawer – the only space in his house that wasn’t meticulously organized, it never held enough stuff to qualify as a true junk area.  It didn’t take long to find the small paper he’d kept for so long – the fortune from a cookie.  He unfolded it and stared at the small print.  The words made little sense to him at the time and he still wasn’t sure that he understood their significance.  Couldn’t even pinpoint or rather admit to why he had saved them for so long.  He read them again and thought that maybe he might finally understand the message from so long ago.  ‘You can go now.  Goodbye, my friend.’

 

Dropping the paper back into his drawer, he returned to the sun-drenched afternoon.  As he picked up his paintbrush to resume what now filled most of his days, he paused and looked around.  “Aloha, aikane,” he whispered.

 

 

Pau ??

(maybe…& maybe not)