What the fuck? I saw William get in his car and pull out of the Zippy's parking lot and cross three lanes on North Vineyard only to quietly bump into the median that divides both roads.
At no time did I see William exit his car. He was gone; he just completely disappeared. The meal didn't stay down for too long, so I found myself racing back to the bathroom. By the time I was done, the police were there. I told them what I just told you, except that I framed it as William being a very athletic, ambidexterous person in his previous life, before he went to the seminary. Why, he would do such a thing and disappear for no reason was beyond me. That's what I told them. They said there was nothing they could do, and if he resurfaced in a couple of days, that I should give them a call. Kalani Pearson, of the Kailua Pearsons, was the officer I spoke to. Two days later, he sent me CCTV footage from the parking lot of that same evening when William's car pulled out in front of mine. It went across the road and nudged the fence at the median."So, this proves your statement that when you got to the car, William Kaholokua was not in his vehicle. Yet, on this same footage, you and I don't see Kaholokua exit the vehicle either," he exhaled. "So, what the hell? Where did this guy go?"
"That's the question," I replied. "That might account for his being ambidexterous."
"You guys said you came from a house blessing?" Officer Pearson asked.
"I went to meet William, who had just finished a house blessing," I replied. "He asked me to meet him at the address of the house he blessed."
Over the phone, I gave Officer Pearson the address, to which he indicated he was searching on Google Maps. "You're gonna find an empty lot," I told him.
"No," he countered. "I'm looking at Google Maps right now, and there's a house there. If you're online,to try go look."
Look, I did, and there was the phantom house as if it had always been there. "Officer Pearson, are you planning to go to that address?"
"Yeah, right now in fact," he replied. "Why?"
"Let me meet you there," I asked. "I have a video on my phone you should see. It was sent to me by William after he blessed the house."
Officer Pearson agreed, and in less than twenty minutes, I, Pearson, and his partner, Officer Celia Bertrand, were standing in front of the phantom house. I showed the two of them the FaceTime footage from William, followed by the footage from his body camera. "Liability," I said to the two officers after they gave me the look, as to how a civilian was wearing a body cam. Of course, this meant that I had to also bring up Tuesday Marshand. They saw the whole thing, the POV of William going into the house, and then coming out of it, where it vanished altogether. Right on cue, as the two officers turned to look at the house, it blipped out right in front of them. They lost their shit. Fortunately, I was recording everything on my phone.
When Pearson and Bertrand arrested me and brought me in for questioning, because they didn't know what else to do, they quietly let me go after an hour of sitting in that empty room.
"Someone is going to bring you back to your car," Pearson said. "Don't discuss anything about this, and then you forget any of this happened, and you don't ever contact me again, and never set foot in this or any other police station."
A month later, a story surfaced that Officers Kalani Pearson and Celia Bertrand had disappeared. A plea to the public from Kalani's husband and Celia's boyfriend went out to the public. Search parties were organized and GoFundMe pages were initiated, but the two were never found. In the meantime, I had already begun a search for Tuesday Marshand. Vital statistics in Hawai'i revealed that Tuesday Marshand was born in 1958 to Douglas Thomas and Sharmaine Marshand. Douglas came from a wealthy missionary family that immigrated to Hawai'i after the time of Kamehameha's passing. Sharmaine Marshand came from France and was a wealthy descendant of a family of Merchants. On a whim, in 1956, a young Sharmaine came to Hawai'i and decided that this was where she would make a life for herself. Meeting Doug at the Zebra Room in Waikiki was also on a whim, as Sharmaine's friends insisted that they go to Don the Beachcomber's. The occasion for Doug's presence was that he had never been to a bar in his life, and he was already twenty-four. Doug's first drink was a rum and Coke, and after the liquor had taken hold of Doug, his following initiation into adulthood was to kiss a pretty girl.
His friends saw Sharmaine and instantly, their resolve faded away. Not one of them had seen a girl who was that beautiful, that worldly, and that confident. By the end of the night, Doug and Sharmaine had sequestered themselves on a chair outside, where they talked for the whole night. Meanwhile, inside the Zebra Room, Douglas's friend had no such luck with Sharmaine's group of girls. For as much as they flashed money, showed off their cars, and talked about their inheritance, the girls were not impressed.
Gwen, a friend of Sharmaine's and a descendant of the Guenevere bloodline, said. "What does all of that matter if you're ugly? I don't want to marry for money and have ugly children!"
***
Doug and Sharmaine were not married, and yet they had Tuesday. It's a very controversial situation for 1958, and I'm sure Sharmaine was like the woman who wore the scarlet letter, but later findings reveal that this was not the case. Sharmaine was taken in by a Hawaiian family who lived in a big house in Papakolea, and it was there that Sharmaine and Tuesday lived a Hawaiian lifestyle. Sharmaine also inherited the Hawaiian name, Kālepa, which meant Merchant. Tuesday was named after Tuesday Weld, the actress who Sharmaine saw in a movie that was released that same year when Tuesday was born, called Rally Round The Flag Boys.
The patriarch of the Kala'i'ōpua family gave Tuesday a Hawaiian name too; they called her Wahineholoikamahina. The woman who travels by the moon. Sharmaine loved the name and was forever indebted to Papa Kala'i'ōpua and his ohana. Until her last days, she ensured that her Hawaiian family would be well taken care of in perpetuity. At 84 years old, Sharmaine Kālepa Marshand passed away in her sleep with the now older children and grandchildren of Papa Kala'i'ōpua surrounding her. 67-year-old Tuesday Marshand ran the tour empire first created by her mother, and then ran equally by herself and the Kala'i'ōpua ohana.
One day, Tuesday found an advertisement for a house she found online in the Portlock Area. She liked the fact that it overlooked the ocean at the point. She intended to buy it and was already preparing a cashier's check when the realtor mentioned that it was haunted. That statement put the brakes on everything. She quickly got on the phone and called 'Iliahi, her hānai sister. "Do you know somebody who can do a house blessing, right now?"
There was a pause on the other end, and then, "808 867 5309." 'Iliahi said.
"Fuck you," Tuesday replied. "Ha, ha, what's the real number?"
"I'll text it to you," Iliahi hung up the phone. A second later, it pinged with a number on it.
***
Have you ever been in one of those moments where you wake up half cognizant and half not? I did, because my phone pinged. "I'm outside," it said. Then, another ping, and it's a picture of someone. It took me several seconds to adjust my eyes to focus, and while I was doing that, I was already walking to the front door. I pulled the portal back, and there she was. She removed her oversized sunglasses and extended her hand for me to shake, "I'm Tuesday Marshand, and I need you to come with me. I know where to find your friend William Hīpu'u."
I was staring longer than I should have because she snapped at me, "Don't stand there and dawdle! Put your clothes on and come with me! C'mon! Let's go! Mai mili'apa!"
I knew where she intended to take me, but I followed anyway. I bought my trusty karambit with me just in case, because if you recall, the last time William and I saw her. She tried to run us over, and she had a gun!
We parked in front of the empty lot, and when we got out of our cars, she wasted no time telling me, "I've worked it out, and I'm pretty certain that this is a time portal. Your friend is in there somewhere, but so am I. The younger me, anyway. Those police officers who were investigating William's disappearance are more than likely in there, too. You're the only one that hasn't been affected."
"So, what's my purpose here then?" I asked.
"I want you to come with me, and meet my younger self, and stop me from falling in love," she eyed me seriously up and down.
"Can't you do that on your own....oh wait. This is two of the same atoms can't exist in the same space kinda thing, right?" I pointed to her.
"Brilliant," she nodded as the house suddenly manifested right in front of us. "Shall we?"
......to be continued
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