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Second Chance Love

Dedicated to The People of Hawaii

Submitted by Anonymous

Ida stepped into the thatched hut amazed by its contents - ivoried scrimshaw, a cape of iiwi and mamo feathers, an unstrung ukelele.

"I'm part pack rat," Murray said bobbing his grey head. "But you feel free to look around while my mother and I talk to Pete."

With that, Hedda, Murray and Pete sauntered outside.

Left alone, Ida moved around the hut examining its treasures and reminiscing the past few days.

She had arrived at Kahuliu Airport tired and distraught.

Seated between two windsurfers, they had talked over and around her in the sports venacular. She had offered to switch seats but they declined. Mercifully they seemed to exhaust the subject and themselves and fell asleep. Unfortunately they began to snore in unison.

For a moment she thought of returning to Banghor, Maine.

But this was a vacation, she thought, a spiritual healing -- and Ida decided to let Maui work its magic. She had been ill for a long time.

She first noticed him standing to the side at the Avis counter holding a purple orchid lei -- obviously waiting for someone.

Picking up her rental, Ida dismissed him from her mind and headed for Lahaina, an old whaling town-- white picket fences, grey clapboard houses, widow's peaks -- a bit of the familiar with a touch of the exotic.

The sea air soothed her inner self.

Ida saw him again two days later. Tall. Dark hair and eyes. Athletic with a certain grace.

She couldn't remember who'd spoken first but Pete volunteered to become her unofficial guide around Maui.

There had been horseback riding in the upcountry, windsurfing at Ho'okipa Beach, kayaking along the Kihei coast, and the gift of a Niihau shell lei.

Yesterday they had gone to see the Needle in Iao Valley.

Pete, knowledgable of the myths of old Hawaii, had spoken of a god who's daughter had fallen in love with a Merman. "The god disapproved," Pete explained, so he sent the Merman's 'uhane or soul into the rock."

When Ida had asked about the daughter, Pete looked thoughtful. "She visited her lover everday but it just made her unhappy. One day she disappeared."

Now they were visiting his friends.

Murray, Hedda, and Pete returned to the hut. Looking at Pete, Murray asked, "Then you'll be going?"

Pete nodded.

They hiked a short trail to the Leleiwi Overlook on Haleakala. The sun was nearing the horizon and the clouds hung low.

"Try looking into the clouds," Pete instructed.

Ida stared into the mist and thought she could see her shadow in the clouds ringed in a rainbow. The world seemed to shift and shimmer. She felt caught in a vaccuum.

Turning to face Pete she looked puzzled. "Puuokamoa---?", she asked. "How--?"

Your father Maui released me, Iae, when you disappeared. I brought you here to release your memories."

Ida/Iae smiled and moved into his embrace.

Hedda/Hina looked at her son. "Do you think seeing her soul will work?

"It always does," Murray/Maui smiled.

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