 mahi, sweet potatoes and stir-fried vegetables from the garden.

After dinner they insisted he spend the night and showed him to a nice, clean, furnished room. It was like a luxury hotel room compared to his cell. The next day they invited him to settle in with them for a while. "We could use some help with the orchard, the garden and this old house," Ryan said. "How about room and board for 25 hours a week? No contract. You can leave whenever you want." Of course Jason accepted; it was a godsend. Mele said goodnight and left the room.

Ryan lingered long enough to hear Jason say, "May 9."

"What's that?"

"They assaulted me on May 9."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Goodnight."

The next day, while Ryan tended the farm Mele drove Jason to Lahaina to take care of some of his business. The three hour roundtrip gave them a chance to get to know each other. Like Ryan she was in her early forties, fit and strong from years of surfing and working on the farm. She had medium-dark skin, shoulder-length wavy light-brown hair and striking hazel eyes, lively and warm.

Jason struggled not to stare at Mele while still maintaining polite eye contact. He could see why Ryan was still strongly attracted to her. During their morning together he would come to understand why Ryan was still in love with her. She was smart, kind and charming.

Yet something seemed amiss. Jason sensed a subtle sadness, a hint of bitterness in her little sarcasms, much like what he had noticed in Ryan.

They discussed the weather and the surf. She and Ryan had recently given up on surfing because of the crowds in the water. "We're too old for the mosh pits," she said. "Sometimes twenty or thirty surfers take off on one wave. Some of them get hurt in chain-reaction wipe-outs with bodies and boards flying everywhere. They fight for position in the line-up, and they fight over waves. There are no enforce-able rules, no laws, so might makes right. Plus skill, speed and smarts about waves. Some guys are good enough and brazen enough to cut people off, snatch a wave and cause multiple wipe-outs, and then too fast to be caught by those who want to
mahi, sweet potatoes and stir - fried vegetable from the garden. 

 After dinner they insist he spend the night and showed him to a nice, blank, furnished room. It was like a luxury hotel room compared to his cellular telephone. The next day they invited him to decide in with them for a while. " We could use some help with the grove, the garden and this old house, " Ryan said. " How about room and board for 25 hour a week? No contract. You can leave whenever you want. " Of course Jason accepted; it was a boom. Mele said goodnight and left the room. 

 Ryan lingered long enough to listen Jason say, " May 9. " 

 " What's that? " 

 " They assaulted me on May 9. " 

 " You indisputable? " 

 " Yes. " 

 " Okay. Goodnight. " 

 The next sidereal day, while Ryan tended the farm Mele force Jason to Lahaina to take care of some of his business. The three hour roundtrip give them a chance to get to know each other. Like Ryan she was in her early forties, fit and solid from year of surfing and working on the farm. She had medium - dark skin, shoulder - length crinkled light - brown hair's-breadth and striking hazel eyes, lively and quick. 

 Jason struggled not to stare at Mele while still keep polite eye contact. He could see why Ryan was however strongly attracted to her. During their morning together he would come to understand why Ryan was even in love with her. She was smart, kind and charming. 

 Yet something seemed amiss. Jason sensed a elusive sadness, a touch of bitterness in her little sarcasms, much like what he had noticed in Ryan. 

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"Iou sure?"

"Yev."

"Oiay. Goodnight."

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"WhAt's thaT?"

"they assAUlted me On May 9."

"YOu sUre?"

"yes."

"OKAy. goOdnIgHT."

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After dinn er they insisted he sp end t he nigh t  a nd sh owed hi m  t o a n ic e,  cl ea n ,furni she d room.  It was li kealuxury hotel ro om compare d t o his cell.The  nextda y t h ey in vit ed hi m to s e ttle i n with th em for aw hile. " W e  c ould  use some help wi t ht he orchard, th e gard en an d thi s o ld house,"  R yan s a id. "Ho w  a b o u t r o om and boardfor 25 hour s  aweek?No  co n tract.  Youca n  le ave wheneve r yo u want."Of cou r se Jaso n  accept ed; it  wa s a  god s en d.  Me le sai d  g ood n igh t and le ft  t he ro om.R y a n li nge redlongenough to hea r J ason say , "Ma y 9." 

"W ha t's t hat?"
"The yassaulted me on  May  9."

"Yo u s ur e?" 
"Yes. " 

"Oka y.Goo dnight. "

Then ext  d a y ,  w hile Ryan tended t he f ar m Mele d rove J a so nt o Lahain atotake c are o f so m eof his b usines s .Th e three  h our ro un dtr ipgavet hema chan ce to ge t tok now each other .  Like Ryan sh e  w a s  i n  her  ea rly forties , fi t  and  str o ng  fr o m yea rs of  s u rf i ng and working on t he  farm.  Shehad medium-da rk skin, s h o u lder-len gthw av y  light-brown h air a nd strikin g  hazel e yes,lively a nd warm.J ason str ugg led  no t t o st are at Mele w h i le s ti ll main tai ning po lit e e yecon ta ct. He co uld seewh yRy an  wa s sti l l strong ly  at tr act ed to her. D uring  the ir  m o rni ng toge t he r he w ou ld  com e t ounder stan d  wh y Ryanwas still  in love  w it h her.She was smart ,kind and c ha rmi ng.

Y e t  somethi ng seemed amiss. Jasons ensed a  su btlesadn ess, a hi ntof bit ter n ess in  her l ittle  s arc a s ms, m u c hlik ewhat he ha d not icedin  Rya n.

The y discussed the we a the r and the sur f.Shea n dRya n  h a d r ec e ntl y given up on sur fing becau se of  the crowd s  in  t he wate r. "We' re to o  old fo r the mos h pits,"sh e sa i d . " Sometimestwenty o r thirtys urfer s  t ake o ffon one  w ave . Som e of t h emget h urt in  c hain-r eacti on  wipe-ou ts with bodies and boar ds fly ing e ver ywhere. T hey fig ht for po siti on in thelin e-u p, an d t h ey fi ghto ve r w a ves.Ther e  are no e n fo rce - a bl e rules, no l a ws,  so m igh t  makes  rig ht. Plus skill, s p eed and smarts  abo u t  wa ves .  Som eguys are goodeno ug h and braz en  enough tocut peop le off,snatch  a wav e and c a u se multip le w ipe -outs, an d t he n  too fa st  t o  be ca ught  b y thos e whow antt o 
 mahi,_sweet potatoes_and stir-fried vegetables from_the garden.

After_dinner_they insisted_he_spend the night_and showed him_to a nice, clean,_furnished room. It_was_like a luxury hotel room compared to his cell. The next day they invited_him_to settle_in_with_them for a while. "We_could use some help with_the orchard,_the garden and this old house," Ryan said._"How_about room and_board for 25 hours a week? No contract. You_can leave whenever you want." Of_course Jason accepted;_it_was_a godsend. Mele said_goodnight and left the room.

Ryan lingered_long enough to hear Jason say,_"May 9."

"What's that?"

"They assaulted me on May_9."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Goodnight."

The next day, while_Ryan tended the farm Mele_drove Jason_to Lahaina to take care_of some of_his business._The three hour_roundtrip gave them a chance to_get to know_each other. Like Ryan she was_in_her early forties,_fit_and_strong from_years of surfing_and_working on_the_farm. She had medium-dark skin, shoulder-length_wavy_light-brown hair and striking hazel eyes, lively_and warm.

Jason struggled not_to_stare at Mele while_still maintaining polite eye contact._He could see why Ryan was_still strongly_attracted to_her. During their morning together he would come to understand why_Ryan was still in love with_her. She was smart,_kind and_charming.

Yet_something seemed amiss._Jason_sensed a_subtle sadness, a hint of bitterness in_her little_sarcasms, much like what he had_noticed in Ryan.

They discussed_the_weather and the surf. She and_Ryan had recently given up on_surfing because of the crowds_in_the_water. "We're too old for_the mosh pits," she said. "Sometimes_twenty or thirty_surfers take off on one wave. Some_of_them get hurt in chain-reaction wipe-outs_with_bodies and boards flying everywhere. They_fight_for_position in the line-up, and_they fight over waves. There are_no enforce-able rules, no laws, so might makes right._Plus skill, speed_and smarts about waves. Some_guys_are_good enough and brazen enough to cut people off, snatch_a wave_and cause multiple_wipe-outs, and then too fast to be caught by those_who want to