a seedy side street that smelled not of salt air, but of Dumpsters and fish bones.
Tutu soaked up the information, then said, âAnd the best thing is that Ellen sent you home.â
âI donât know how she ever left,â Darby confessed.
âSheâd say she was driven away. Jonah would say she ran.â Tutu shrugged, but she put everything so simply and clearly, Darby wished sheâd had Tutu to come home to every day after school.
âWhy havenât I ever met you?â Darby asked.
âI knew youâd come out in your own good time,â Tutu said.
âI mean, ever,â Darby insisted. âKids with great-grandmothers usually know about them.â
âWhat did your mother say about that?â
Darby didnât feel mad about her motherâs secrecy anymore. In fact, she gave a breathy laugh as she explained, âMom said she knew if she told me that the rest of my family lived on a horse ranch in Hawaii, Iâd never shut up about it until I got to go there.â
Tutu chuckled. âAnd was she right? Do you like âIolani Ranch?â
âI love it!â Darby couldnât keep her arms from opening wide as if sheâd embrace everything around her. Finally she put her hands back on the table and folded them.
âI love it, too.â Tutu patted Darbyâs hand. âBut tell me about yourself, Darby. What else do you love?â
Darby drew a deep breath. The tea had beatenher asthma, but her list was still short. âBooks, horses, and my family.â
It had been easier to talk about her flamboyant mother.
âFriends?â Tutu urged her to go on.
âSure,â Darby said. âMy best friend at home is Heather. Weâre both nerds.â
Tutu smiled in a way that made it clear she understood, then asked, âAnd here?â
âI like Megan and Cade.â
âWonderful children, both of them,â Tutu said.
âYes, butââ Darby stopped, shaking her head.
Tutu waited. Darby could see this warm conversation would stall out if she didnât say what sheâd been about to.
âWell, itâs none of my business, and no one seems worried about it except for me, but why does Megan hate Cade?â
âHate?â
âWell, she told me I wouldnât like himânot like , like, but you know, as a friendâif I knew what he was capable of.â Darby saw Tutuâs eyebrows lift, but she said nothing. âAnd then thereâs something going on with the death of Meganâs father. I donât want to be nosy, but why would she just let her horse go?
âIt doesnât make sense,â Darby went on, âbut itâs not a good way to start a friendship, to go prying into someoneâs private lifeâ¦.â Darbyâs voice trailed off.She stared at the greenish tea leaves in the bottom of her cup.
âEvery family has its secrets,â Tutu said. âAnd even if the Katos arenât of the same blood as us, they are family. Ben would have taken over the ranch from Jonahââ
âThatâs another thingâI mean, excuse me,â Darby said, covering her mouth.
âPlease, go ahead.â
âWhy is Jonah so worried about someone taking over the ranch from him? Heâs not that old, but Iâve heard aboutââDarby looked up at the cottage rafters and counted off Kimo, Pani, Ben, and Cade on her fingersââ four men who were supposed to take over the ranch from him.â
Tutu made a dismissing gesture, then asked, âHas no one told you about Benâs death?â
âNot really,â Darby said.
âOn the day Ben died, he and Cade were moving cattle from the forest to the ranch, and Megan had tagged along,â Tutu began.
Darby felt as if sheâd been socked in the stomach. âShe was there when her father died?â
âOh, yes,â Tutu said.
âAnd what happened?â
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