Morgan explained, "Joe was too—what was it—delicate?"
"Careful," Joe said.
"Maybe you could write a story about it," Edie said. She made it sound completely possible, like—why not have it done by dark?
"Maybe I will. Good choice, the Moana, by the way."
"A friend told me that they have windows that actually open," Edie said. "I want to hear surf. Then we're going to the other islands."
"Some of the other islands," Morgan said.
"Molokai, and Kauai, and Maui." They swept up to the front of the hotel and arranged to meet at the banyan bar in an hour and a half. Joe called Mo.
"The eagle has landed. Can you make it, 6:30 at the Moana? I'll probably be there a bit before."
"See you there."
He went over to the International Marketplace and lost himself in wandering groups of tourists. A balding caricaturist with rimless glasses bantered with a line of haoles waiting to be drawn.