Tuesday’s shadows lengthened in Lahaina, on the island of Maui. Pristine air made the neighboring islands of Lanai and Molokai appear ever so close.
Alice waited patiently under the banyan tree for her husband, returning from his day of fishing. As the sun set, she spotted him beyond the distant reach of the massive tree. They engaged in small talk as they trudged up the narrow streets.
As home drew near, Alice spotted a younger woman ahead.
“Hello, Mom. How are you?”
Alice stared briefly at the woman, but then continued walking.
“Come on, Harry. Let’s get you inside and fed.”
The daughter’s face saddened. It had been more than a year now since Alice forgot that Harry had died at sea, on a Tuesday, ten years earlier.