The Ohana Part 21

He told the preacher he had once loved as no man could ever love. The preacher nodded and told him G.o.d's book said love was the greatest gift of all. When Chaul Roong heard the pa.s.sage in the Bible called the love chapter, he realized G.o.d had always been with him and loved him enough to brighten his existence with a magnificent present.

He had felt the ecstasy of pa.s.sion and the exquisite pain of loss. He had lived with much hope and he had lived without any. But in the end, he decided it was better he lived life with love than without it.

He grew so thin he could make out all the bones in his body. His sons avoided looking at him and his daughters cried. His wife sat his bedside for hours, blotting his face and arms with warm cloths. He regretted not loving her. All those years, he thought only of himself and didn't think of her pain, her unhappiness. Chaul Roong asked G.o.d to forgive him for hurting Dok Ja and for killing the j.a.panese soldiers.

Death no longer frightened him. When his daughters averted their eyes, he knew his time was near. So he closed his eyes and pretended he was asleep whenever they came to visit. He was tired all the time anyway.

One day as he drifted between sleep and wakefulness, he saw a man with long hair and a close-cut beard. He wore a flowing gown and stood beside the ocean. His eyes were the color of the misty clouds around Mount Jirisan. The stranger beckoned with both arms outstretched. When he spoke, his voice was like the breeze. Chaul Roong felt it rather than heard it. "Chaul Roong." The man smiled and Chaul Roong knew he was in the presence of G.o.d. "Come with me, my son." A brilliant white light enveloped him. Chaul Roong was blinded for a second.

When his vision returned, Chaul Roong saw Tae Ja standing before him wearing the festival gown of red over gold she had worn the day they first met. Her thick, black hair was caught up at the nape of her neck, and her skin was like heavy cream. Smiling, she floated towards him from a s.h.i.+p out in the ocean behind her. She held a letter from the marriage broker in her hand. It confirmed Chaul Roong Han was contracted to marry Song Tae Ja. Joy flooded over him.

"You're here, too?" he asked her.

"Yes," she said. "Everything is as it should've been from the start."

He blinked at her for several moments before she moved closer.

"Yobo." She smiled and put her hand out to him. "Yobo, now our life really begins."

Chaul Roong reached for her hand. As he did, he drew his last breath.

Mary felt empty after the death of her father-in-law. He had been kind and accepting of her and her child. He told her of a great love he once had. His eyes watered and her heart went out to him.

"At least," he said, "I knew love. I was lucky."

Mary thought of the two men who vanished from her life. Sometimes Mitsuo's face flashed before her, rattling her peace. As for Sean, he was always with her because of Jackie. There were times when Mary was struck by Jackie's resemblance to her father. She had Sean's soft, wide eyes and narrow nose along with Mary's mouth and color of skin.

Mary liked to play the music box. The swirling figures and the music transported her to that magical romantic moment. The memory of their one night of unexpected pa.s.sion was indelibly imprinted in her heart. They were pa.s.sing s.h.i.+ps in the night-except she ended up with baggage. Of course she loved her daughter and would not give her up for anything. She wondered why she drifted back to that brief interlude.

Sometimes Mark reached out to touch her and she knew he felt her detachment. Frustrated, he took it out on Mary. She didn't complain but accepted it as the price she had to pay for being faithless in spirit, if not in body. It was sad her husband loved her too much and she loved him too little.

He often asked, "Was it the haole?"

She shook her head. The chasm between them grew and she clung to her children. At times she felt like a baby factory with three kids and a fourth on the way. Her life became one of endless diapers and mopping up after crying babies.

At least her husband was a good provider.

Chapter Twenty-nine.

Honolulu: 1947 Sean knew he had made the right move asking Katherine to the Governor's Ball when she descended the grand staircase of the Ritchie mansion in a Worth gown of spun gold over emerald green satin matching her emerald necklace. She looked stunning with her red hair swept up in curls falling down the nape of her neck. Until that moment, he had thought of her as handsome, but not beautiful.

The minute they walked into the ballroom of the Royal Hawaiian Hotel, Sean felt curious eyes on them. Katherine clung to him while greeting her friends and acquaintances. Sean put a proprietary hand on her. As her escort, he was treated differently. The Ritchies were the closest thing to a royal family in Hawaiian society.

"People are staring," Katherine snuggled closer to him.

Sean bent his head with his lips were close to her ear. "Because you look so beautiful."

Katherine put her hand to her mouth and giggled. "I never thought of myself as beautiful. Meg's the beauty in the family."

Suddenly realizing how difficult it must have been growing up in the shadow of Meg's brilliant light, Sean patted her hand. "You look magnificent."

Katherine tightened her grip on him.

It felt good to be treated with such high regard even if it was only because he was with a Ritchie. After his humiliating defeat in the Supreme Court to Diana Towle, he feared the kamaaina haoles would blame him because labor unions were now a reality they had to learn to deal with.

When they danced, Katherine put her head on his shoulder. "Thank you for the most perfect evening in my life."

Sean stroked the small of her back. How nice to be chased for a change.

Sean rose early the next morning and walked around his neighborhood to think. Asking Katherine to the Governor's Ball had been a spontaneous decision. His real motivation was to get back at Meg for disappearing from his life. Her leaving had hurt him deeply. To complicate matters, at the end of their evening together, Katherine claimed to be in love with him.

Being with Katherine gave him tremendous status. The Ritchie name opened doors otherwise locked to him. Besides, she looked at him with such fierce adoration that he decided being with her wasn't the worst idea in the world.

Sean wasn't amused when Katherine described her parents' reaction to her announcement that she intended to marry him. She thought it was funny when her mother pretended to be overcome and dropped into a chair muttering her daughter was about to marry a Papist. Her father threatened to disown her. But to Sean's relief, they both eventually gave in, just as Katherine predicted they would.

It seemed the Ritchies took comfort in telling everyone in their social circle Sean was a Punahou grad and a lawyer. It made Sean somewhat acceptable.

Her parents planned an enormous wedding at Central Union Church to launch their daughter's marriage in a suitable fas.h.i.+on. The ceremony was to be followed by a reception at the Country Club.

Sean was pleased. He would be a part of the kamaaina haole elite. His children would be accepted in the best circles. They would never suffer the degradation of his childhood. They would never know the Sean Duffy of Boston.

That Sean died the day his brother Jerel died. He never forgave his mother or himself for leaving Boston and refused to visit his hometown again. Instead he shut out the depressing poverty of his youth with its memories of dark, crowded living quarters with walls so thin he could hear voices crying out incessantly. He once thought he'd never forget the stench of packed humanity and the streets filthy with human waste and rotting debris. But in time, even those memories faded.

It was harder to forget the comforting softness of his mother's arms and the cool, gentle touch of her hand stroking his forehead. At one time, pangs of homesickness for his mother's feel and scent overwhelmed him. But he shut himself down and blotted out memories of his family. Anger consumed him when he thought of Jerel.

Now he had a chance to be somebody. The stature he would gain through his marriage would protect him from the soot-filled cities across the ocean.

Katherine told Sean Meg was coming to their wedding. She hand-delivered the invitation so Meg couldn't say no.

How sad and ridiculous it was that he couldn't wait to see her.

It wasn't until after the wedding ceremony he caught sight of her from afar, fiddling with her beaded handbag as he stood in the reception line with Katherine greeting their guests. Earlier, he'd searched the church, but there were so many people there he didn't see her. Now she was here, elegantly turned out and looking as beautiful as ever. He caught her eyes and she quickly looked away.

As Meg moved down the reception line, he couldn't help but notice the anxious looks her family cast her way.

Katherine had no such reservations. She hugged Meg.

"You've met my husband?" Katherine beamed.

"Yes." Meg's eyes remained on Katherine.

With an elaborate show of politeness, Sean took her hand in his. Meg tried to withdraw but Sean's grip held her captive.

"Aren't you going to congratulate the newest member of the family?" he asked, refusing to release her.

Meg didn't answer.

Sean stroked her hand with his thumb.

Katherine poked Sean in the ribs. "He was just kidding. Weren't you, Sean?"

"I never kid," he pulled Meg toward him. Slipping one hand around her waist, he kissed her. It lasted only for a second but the tension was electric as their bodies pressed against each other.

Meg pushed him back, a frozen smile on her face. "As you can see, we Ritchies always do our duty."

Sean watched her disappear into the crowd. He didn't see her again that evening.

That night haunted Sean. Years later, he remembered her violet dress clinging softly to the lovely body he knew so well, her hair floating behind like a silvery cloud. As she walked out of his life for the second time, he wondered whether or not he could ever forget the pa.s.sion they once shared. She had moved out of his life as if she'd never been in it. He felt the ache inside him would never go away. Did he marry Katherine to ensure a connection to her, no matter how tenuous? It occurred to him how unfair it was to Katherine. He really wanted to make Katherine happy. He cared for her, but didn't love her the way he loved Meg. He vowed to never let his heart betray him again.

Chapter Thirty.

It happened after a three-day poker game at Mark's home in Kaimuki. Everyone was tired and the children were itching to go home. The stench of beer and stale cigarettes filled the living room where the adults gambled. George's bodyguard, Bobo Kim, lifted his enormous bulk from his chair and stretched his flabby arms and coa.r.s.e hands to the ceiling.

"Well, I'm pau." He yawned and shook his thick, shaven skull to and fro. "What time you like me come by tomorrow, boss?"

George looked up from his cards and shuffled them mechanically. "Maybe after noon. Depends on what time I leave. Give me a call before you come by."

"Louise, you're out?" Mark asked.

Louise nodded. She was the only woman on the table.

"Mary left some stuff in the oven. Can you get some kaukau for us?"

Louise stood. She was a big lady dressed in black pants, a garishly printed loose blouse, and heavy costume jewelry hanging around her neck and dangling from her ears and wrists. Her straight bangs were cut too short above winged eyebrows and blue-shadowed eyelids lined with lots of black eyeliner.

"I would be the only wahine awake. You guys get your own beer. I'm not going do everything myself."

Bobo laughed. "Hey, Louise, maybe later you and I can go play."

"Go way." Louise waved him aside with merry eyes and smiling red lips. "Bobo, I think you no can handle me. Mo' betta you go sleep it off."

Bobo roared. "Catch you later, Louise." He turned to Mark. "Thank Mary for me. And tell the boss no drink too much. He's not a good driver, you know." He laughed and waved his hand as he walked out the door to his car parked across the street.

George looked through the picture window and watched Bobo get into the car. George turned back to his cards. Two kings. He chuckled. Since he started his syndicate, his luck never seemed to run out.

He was about to shuffle the cards again when the explosion outside interrupted him.

Mark went to see George two days later. "I came to see you about Bobo."

"Yeah it was bad luck for Bobo," George shook his head.

"Bad luck?" Mark's eyes widened. "Is that what you call it?"

George lit a cigarette and offered one to Mark, who shook his head. George slipped the silver case back into his drawer. "What do you want me to say? These things are an occupational hazard in our business."

Mark rolled his eyes. "We're talking about the murder of your bodyguard. Someone we've known since we were kids. It happened right in front of my house."

"Yeah, I'm upset about it."

"My kids could have been outside! They could've been killed!"

George took a drag. "It won't happen again."

"How can you be so sure?" Mark asked. "If you had so much control, how come Bobo died?"

"Look, we all make mistakes. We make them once; we make sure it never happens again. You'll never have to worry about the men who did this again." George flicked his ashes into an ashtray.

Mark shook his fist. "What are you going to do? Kill people?"

"What is the matter with you, Mark?" George stubbed out his cigarette. "You were always the tough guy, not me. You always knew what was involved in this business." George leaned over. "If it weren't for you, I'd still be driving a soda truck. You started this."

"I can't believe what's happening to us." Mark sat down.

George put his chin in his hand. "Mother, Father, everyone thought you were the brawn and I was the wimp. Sometimes what paralyzes a man makes him strong. Anyway, I owe you. You brought me in."

"You don't owe me nothing." Mark looked away.

"You're my partner, we started this together."

Mark shook his head. "I want out."

"You got so much money you don't need this?" George raised his eyebrows.

"Mary and I talked. I told her the truth and we both decided this is no good for us, or for the kids. I've been thinking about this for a long time now. Bobo's killing made me decide. I can't do it anymore."

"What happened to the old Mark?"

"Mary wants me to get a real job. I got a house, nothing fancy, but it's good enough. I got a little money saved. Maybe I'll open a pool hall. Mary and I don't need to be rich."

"You're crazy," George spat out. "Our syndicate is on the verge of making big moves."

"Maybe, but Mary doesn't want the kids anywhere near this business."