“All right, boys. Better get to bed. It’s late, and tomorrow’s going to be a big day.”
It was a big day, and it ended with a bang.
The engineering conference had wound up the night before with the dinner at which Biff’s father spoke. This day, the day following, Hanale Mahenili had invited a selected group from among those who had attended the conference to a luau at his house. The prospect of going to the luau, the traditional Hawaiian feast, especially one cooked by a native of the island, was exciting.
Hank Mahenili had been up early to get things under way. He was going to supervise the cooking of the luau personally. It took all day to prepare a luau properly, and when Hank Mahenili did something, he did it right.
Biff and Li helped with the early preparations. They dug a deep pit in which a pig would be roasted.
“Anything else we can do, sir?” Biff asked.
“Not now, Biff,” his Hawaiian friend replied.
“Then how about a swim, Li?” Biff inquired.
“Want to try real surfing this morning?” Li asked.
“Do I! Let’s go.”