Maui is too small aina for no pono. Brah, I opened my home to you, but not my jewelry organizer in my closet. You stole my diamonds! Granny is turning in her grave, you thug. One of those rings was more than a century old. My Mom, who gave it to me, is fighting cancer. Everybody around here knows it you, so you better come clean.
Illustration: Ron Pitts