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Authors: Robert Vaughan
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moment later the plane began
to lurch and groan from some unseen force. The port-side cargo door
popped open and slid aside, and the force that had rocked the plane
was now revealed.
Buddy Nakamura, three-hundred and seventy-five
pounds of brown Hawaiian flesh, filled the tiny doorway and then
stepped wearily down from the plane, which creaked and moaned on
tortured springs as it was relieved of its’ burden. Staring into
the Jeep with a look of bemused irritation, Buddy stifled a guffaw
and then asked, “So- where’d you fin’ da Haole?” He gestured a
question to the unconscious occupant of her Jeep and continued with
a puzzled tone, “An’ how come he wearin’ Sonny’s Gear?”
Alani replied with a note of desperation, “Buddy,
he’s hurt! I think he needs to get to the hospital!”
Buddy straightened and then responded with
annoyance, his hands on his hips as he glared at his flustered
sister, “How come you no take him yo’self?”
Alani snarled in frustration, “If I coulda done
that, you t’ink I still be here arguing wit’ you? Buddy, dammit, da
whole road is blocked! You gotta take him for me.”
Buddy gazed at his Alani with a roll of the eyes, a
shake of the head and a lopsided smile slowly creasing his face.
Finally, he idly scratched his generous backside and said,
“Aw’right, awright already! Sheee, da t’ings I do for you!” He
stooped to the sagging, lifeless form of Chris, peeled off the
jockstrap with a look of barely concealed disgust and effortlessly
hauled Chris from the seat, tossing him casually over his shoulder
like a blond and muddy sack of potatoes.
Alani cried in alarm, “Aieeee! Hey! Be careful! He
might have internal bleeding!”
Buddy shrugged the weight of his package and blew a
loud raspberry. “Sis, you watch way too much TV.” He grasped Chris’
face in one massive paw and considered it for a moment, “Nah, he’s
aw’right. He jus’ got knocked goofy, dat’s all.”
“ How can you be sure? How do you
know he’s not hurt bad?”
Buddy turned the unconscious face
of Chris toward Alani and laughed softly. “Because dis face I know- I grew up makin’
all kinds o’ guys look jus’ like dis.” And without another word, he
dumped the limp and sagging form of Chris into the
plane.
Alani growled in annoyance and stifled a reply,
flung her hands into the air and dashed back to her still-idling
Jeep, noisily ground it into gear and flew back down the hill in a
cloud of reddish dust.
Buddy watched his sister disappear into the distance
with a wry smile on his wide, brown face, and then wearily climbed
back into the plane as it rocked and groaned anew in protest. He
paused as he delicately stepped over the unconscious form of Chris
and glanced with a weighted sigh at the remainder of his cargo-
haphazardly piled boxes of coconut purses, gently swinging stalks
of green-yellow bananas and other various and sundry things all
awaiting their destination, all of which were now delayed in their
arrival by the unconscious form of the golden-haired stranger that
lay in a heap among them.
Buddy looked back at the sleeping form of Chris as
he climbed through the cockpit opening and said calmly, “You gonna
be okay, bro, just relax...” Chris’ head lolled drunkenly to one
side in response, and Buddy continued with a smile, “Nevah
mind.”
Buddy squeezed his bulk into the squeaky pilot’s
chair and re-started the balky radials, slamming the throttles
forward with a roar and a blast of blue smoke. The Electra
accelerated swiftly and leaped off the dusty runway, the wind of
its passing scattering the remaining wisps of low-lying mist into
the early-morning breeze. Turning lazily in a slow, rising circle,
Buddy grabbed the mic and keyed a toggle. “Waianae tower, this is
Yankee Zulu X-ray Two Two Zero.” An unintelligible squawk replied
and he continued, “Hey bro'! I got me a stupid haole tourist that
done busted himself up out on Lualana Road…” Buddy
to lurch and groan from some unseen force. The port-side cargo door
popped open and slid aside, and the force that had rocked the plane
was now revealed.
Buddy Nakamura, three-hundred and seventy-five
pounds of brown Hawaiian flesh, filled the tiny doorway and then
stepped wearily down from the plane, which creaked and moaned on
tortured springs as it was relieved of its’ burden. Staring into
the Jeep with a look of bemused irritation, Buddy stifled a guffaw
and then asked, “So- where’d you fin’ da Haole?” He gestured a
question to the unconscious occupant of her Jeep and continued with
a puzzled tone, “An’ how come he wearin’ Sonny’s Gear?”
Alani replied with a note of desperation, “Buddy,
he’s hurt! I think he needs to get to the hospital!”
Buddy straightened and then responded with
annoyance, his hands on his hips as he glared at his flustered
sister, “How come you no take him yo’self?”
Alani snarled in frustration, “If I coulda done
that, you t’ink I still be here arguing wit’ you? Buddy, dammit, da
whole road is blocked! You gotta take him for me.”
Buddy gazed at his Alani with a roll of the eyes, a
shake of the head and a lopsided smile slowly creasing his face.
Finally, he idly scratched his generous backside and said,
“Aw’right, awright already! Sheee, da t’ings I do for you!” He
stooped to the sagging, lifeless form of Chris, peeled off the
jockstrap with a look of barely concealed disgust and effortlessly
hauled Chris from the seat, tossing him casually over his shoulder
like a blond and muddy sack of potatoes.
Alani cried in alarm, “Aieeee! Hey! Be careful! He
might have internal bleeding!”
Buddy shrugged the weight of his package and blew a
loud raspberry. “Sis, you watch way too much TV.” He grasped Chris’
face in one massive paw and considered it for a moment, “Nah, he’s
aw’right. He jus’ got knocked goofy, dat’s all.”
“ How can you be sure? How do you
know he’s not hurt bad?”
Buddy turned the unconscious face
of Chris toward Alani and laughed softly. “Because dis face I know- I grew up makin’
all kinds o’ guys look jus’ like dis.” And without another word, he
dumped the limp and sagging form of Chris into the
plane.
Alani growled in annoyance and stifled a reply,
flung her hands into the air and dashed back to her still-idling
Jeep, noisily ground it into gear and flew back down the hill in a
cloud of reddish dust.
Buddy watched his sister disappear into the distance
with a wry smile on his wide, brown face, and then wearily climbed
back into the plane as it rocked and groaned anew in protest. He
paused as he delicately stepped over the unconscious form of Chris
and glanced with a weighted sigh at the remainder of his cargo-
haphazardly piled boxes of coconut purses, gently swinging stalks
of green-yellow bananas and other various and sundry things all
awaiting their destination, all of which were now delayed in their
arrival by the unconscious form of the golden-haired stranger that
lay in a heap among them.
Buddy looked back at the sleeping form of Chris as
he climbed through the cockpit opening and said calmly, “You gonna
be okay, bro, just relax...” Chris’ head lolled drunkenly to one
side in response, and Buddy continued with a smile, “Nevah
mind.”
Buddy squeezed his bulk into the squeaky pilot’s
chair and re-started the balky radials, slamming the throttles
forward with a roar and a blast of blue smoke. The Electra
accelerated swiftly and leaped off the dusty runway, the wind of
its passing scattering the remaining wisps of low-lying mist into
the early-morning breeze. Turning lazily in a slow, rising circle,
Buddy grabbed the mic and keyed a toggle. “Waianae tower, this is
Yankee Zulu X-ray Two Two Zero.” An unintelligible squawk replied
and he continued, “Hey bro'! I got me a stupid haole tourist that
done busted himself up out on Lualana Road…” Buddy
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