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\f0\fs24 The breakfast dishes were still on the table when Elikapeka Hayes poured herself a second cup of coffee and settled into the chair at the head of the table. Through the sliding glass doors she could see the backyard, the pool catching the late May morning light, the canal beyond it glittering, and the tall white mast of Frank Bellardi's sailboat swaying gently at the dock. Andy and her mother had been gone just over an hour. She had the morning ahead of her, quiet except for her daughters.\par
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Emma was working through a bowl of cereal with the focused efficiency she applied to anything she considered a preliminary to something more interesting. Lizzie had barely touched her toast and was reading a paperback she'd propped against the orange juice glass, something with a dragon on the cover.\par
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"You'll ruin your eyes doing that," Elikapeka said.\par
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"You say that every morning," Lizzie said, without looking up.\par
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"One morning I'll be right."\par
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Emma set her spoon down. "Mom. Can we talk about my birthday party?"\par
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Elikapeka looked at her over the rim of her cup. Emma was fifteen, and would be sixteen in June, and there were mornings when Elikapeka looked at her second daughter and felt something almost like vertigo \u8212? the girl was so thoroughly, effortlessly herself, so completely certain of her own orbit. She had Andy's easy confidence and none of his self-doubt, and she had Elikapeka's stubbornness without the patience that usually accompanied it. A complicated gift.\par
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"What about it," Elikapeka said.\par
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"Pool party. Evening. Backyard. My birthday is on a Friday, so I can have a party on my birthday for once."\par
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"That could work."\par
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"And I want it to be a real party. Not just a family thing."\par
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"We can have your friends."\par
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"I know, but that's the thing." Emma pulled her knees up onto the chair in a way that Elikapeka had been asking her not to do since she was eight. "I have a lot of friends, Mom. I'm going to have to cut the list down. There are people who are going to be upset if they don't get invited and I need to think about it strategically."\par
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Lizzie turned a page without comment.\par
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"How many are you thinking?" Elikapeka asked.\par
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"Maybe forty. Forty-five."\par
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"For a backyard pool party."\par
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"The backyard is big."\par
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"Forty-five children in my backyard at night is not a party, Emma, it's a liability."\par
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"They're not children. And I was thinking more like\u8212?"\par
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"Twenty," Elikapeka said. "Twenty-five at the absolute outside."\par
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Emma made a face that communicated the full tragedy of this constraint. "Okay, I can work with twenty-five. But there's something else." She paused, and Elikapeka recognized the pause \u8212? it was the same pause Emma had used at age six when she wanted a second dessert, the brief moment of gauging whether the ground was firm enough to stand on. "I want to invite boys."\par
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Lizzie looked up from her book for the first time.\par
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"Boys," Elikapeka said.\par
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"I'm turning sixteen, Mom. Not twelve."\par
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"I didn't say anything."\par
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"You made a face."\par
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"I'm allowed to make a face in my own kitchen." Elikapeka set her cup down and folded her hands on the table. "You can invite boys. Within reason."\par
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"Obviously within reason." Emma's tone carried the faint implication that her mother's concept of reason was narrower than the average person's. "So I'll put together a list for you."\par
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"I'll need the names, yes."\par
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"Just\u8212?" Emma pointed at her. "Just look at the list and trust me a little. Don't go being racist about it, okay?"\par
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The word landed in the room with a particular weight. Lizzie's eyes moved from her sister to her mother and back to her sister, and then, wisely, returned to her book.\par
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Elikapeka kept her expression level. "Excuse me?"\par
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"I'm just saying. You have opinions about who I'm allowed to be friends with. Or who counts as appropriate." Emma put small sarcastic emphasis on the last word.\par
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"I have opinions about who comes into my home."\par
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"I know what your opinions are. I've known since I was little. And I'm just asking you to\u8212?"\par
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"You're asking me not to be a racist," Elikapeka said. "That is what you just said to me, in my kitchen, about my home."\par
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Emma had the grace not to smirk, but she met her mother's eyes without flinching. "I didn't say you were a racist. I said don't be racist about the list."\par
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Elikapeka was quiet for a moment. She was not going to have this argument in full \u8212? not now, not with Lizzie sitting three feet away pretending to read about dragons. There were things she believed that she had never dressed up in pretty language, and she wasn't going to start doing it because her fifteen-year-old daughter had learned the vocabulary of a challenge. She would look at the list. She would make her decisions. The decisions themselves were not going to change.\par
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"Give me the list," she said. "I'll tell you who's welcome."\par
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Emma opened her mouth.\par
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"That's not a negotiation, Emma. You asked for a party, I'm giving you a party. You want to invite boys, I'm allowing boys. You give me the list, I look at the list, and that is how it works in this house." She picked up her coffee cup again. "Next item."\par
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Emma sat back, not quite defeated, recalibrating. Elikapeka knew that look too. It meant the subject was being filed away for a later attempt, not abandoned.\par
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"Cousins," Emma said.\par
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"What about them."\par
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"I don't want to invite all of them."\par
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Lizzie's mouth curved very slightly at the corner of her page.\par
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"They're your family," Elikapeka said.\par
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"They're our family," Emma said, then immediately adjusted: "I mean \u8212? they're family, yes, I know. But Malia and Koa are fine and Auntie Lena's kids are fine but if I have to invite the Pahoa cousins then I'd honestly rather not have a party at all, because Devin is going to spend the entire night complaining about the music and Tyler is going to eat everything and not talk to anyone and\u8212?"\par
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"Tyler is twelve," Elikapeka said.\par
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"Exactly."\par
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"He's twelve and you want to exclude him from your birthday party so you can have a more sophisticated evening with your forty friends."\par
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"Twenty-five friends. You said twenty-five."\par
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"I said twenty-five."\par
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"And yes." Emma pressed forward, undeterred. "Is it wrong to want my own birthday party to be fun? I see these cousins at every single family thing. At Christmas, at Easter, at Grandma's \u8212? can I have one thing that's just\u8212?"\par
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"No," Elikapeka said.\par
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Emma blinked.\par
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"They'll all be invited. Every last one of them. Devin, Tyler, all of them. And you will be gracious about it or there won't be a party." Elikapeka said it the way she said most things she was certain about \u8212? without heat, without performance, simply as the shape of reality. "Don't push me on this, Emma. I have given you a lot of ground this morning."\par
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"You've given me nothing except\u8212?"\par
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"An evening pool party with boys for your sixteenth birthday," Elikapeka said. "In this backyard. When I was your age, do you know what I got for my sixteenth birthday?"\par
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"A party on the beach, I know, with the whole\u8212?"\par
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"With the whole family. All of them. Babies to grandparents. And I was grateful."\par
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"I'm grateful," Emma said, in a tone that communicated something more ambivalent.\par
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"You have a funny way of showing it."\par
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Lizzie chose this moment to set her paperback down and observe, with the mild, studied disinterest of someone who had clearly been following every word: "Stinky boys."\par
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Emma turned the full weight of her attention on her younger sister. The look was slow, deliberate, the kind that communicated a detailed opinion about the immaturity of the person receiving it.\par
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"Nobody asked you," Emma said.\par
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"I'm just saying."\par
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"You literally don't even know any boys."\par
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"I know Tyler," Lizzie said pleasantly, and opened her book again.\par
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Elikapeka pressed her lips together to keep from smiling. She rose and carried her cup to the sink, looking out through the window over the water. The morning was already warm and would be hot by noon, and Jim Kowalski's sailboat rocked in its gentle patient way against the dock, going nowhere.\par
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"Emma," she said, without turning around. "Get me your list this week. Names, first and last. I'll let you know."\par
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She heard her daughter exhale \u8212? not quite a sigh, not quite an acceptance, something suspended between the two.\par
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"Fine," Emma said.\par
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"Thank you." Elikapeka turned back from the window and smiled at her, the full warm smile that she knew her daughter found difficult to stay annoyed at. "It's going to be a beautiful party."\par
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Emma, against what appeared to be her better judgment, almost smiled back.
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