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look ’em over.” He opened the door and gestured for them to leave. “Now get out of here.”

Chapter 4
    Jamie was the first through the magic doorway into the brilliant sunshine of Waikiki. He squinted and raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sun, then looked around to see if he’d been observed. Nobody seems to be paying attention, he thought. He turned back to the opening. “All clear.”
    Fred strolled out, totally nonchalant, her sunglasses and white beach hat already in place, a long T-shirt covering her bathing suit, and white sandals. Carl and Rachel were next, followed by Lisa and Larry.
    Larry tilted his head back and looked up at the towering hotel where the magic doorway was affixed. “Wow. That’s huge.”
    Lisa squealed with excitement, her hands fluttering and her eyes wide. “We’re really here! We’re in Hawaii. Larry, can you believe it?” She squeezed Larry’s arm as he nodded.
    “Jamie,” Rachel said, do you think anyone saw us?”
    Jamie shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. They don’t know that doorway wasn’t there before.”
    “Where’s the restaurant?” Larry said.
    Carl pointed. “Just past the pool, close to the beach. Next to that stand of koa trees.”
    “So that’s what those trees look like,” Lisa said, her head on a swivel as they started down the sidewalk that wound through the carpet-perfect lawn.
    I feel so conspicuous, Jamie thought. Are people looking at us? He felt better, though, when a portly man crossed in front of them, his checkered shorts pulled up past his bellybutton, chomping an unlit cigar. He wore black dress socks with black wing tip shoes.
    Fred turned to face her parents and said in a low voice, “Gee, Dad, that guy looks dorkier than you.”
    “Thanks a lot.” Larry gestured at his clothes. “I’m not dressed all that bad.”
    “Untuck your shirt.”
    “I like it tucked in.”
    Without a word, Lisa reached over and snatched his yellow shirt loose from his waist.
    “Hey!” Larry said.
    Rachel laughed. “I agree with Fred.” She pointed ahead of them. “This is the spot.”
    The outdoor restaurant was at the edge of the beach. Wooden tables, edged with bamboo, were covered by thatched umbrellas, and palm trees lined the perimeter. An open-air bar was at one end, covered with a matching thatched roof, and the bartender wore a blue flowered Hawaiian shirt. A musician playing steel drums was set up in one shady corner.
    “I love this!” Lisa said as they entered. “Look!” She pointed at the azure water, sparkling in the glorious sunshine, where catamarans with colorful sails zipped just outside the breaking waves. Countless tourists lounged on the sandy beach, many under red and yellow striped beach umbrellas. Palm trees, slender and graceful as ballerinas, lined the shore as far as they could see.
    “Look down there.” Carl pointed to their left, past a long row of hotels, to a volcanic ridge that dominated the horizon. “That’s Diamond Head.”
    Lisa pulled out her camera and snapped a picture.
    Rachel shook her head, frowning. “You know you can’t show that to anybody. You’d have to explain how you got here.”
    “I know.” Lisa put the camera back in her purse. “It’s just for us. Don’t want to forget this, do we?”
    A hostess was already seating Jamie and Fred at a long oval table, so the parents joined them.
    “I asked to be seated over here,” Jamie said, “so we won’t be overheard if we accidentally say something about you-know-what.”
    “Good thinking,” Lisa said, picking up a menu. “I want one of those tropical drinks with a little umbrella in it.”
    “Try a Hawaiian Margarita,” Carl said. “It’s made with pineapple.”
    “Can I have one?” Fred said.
    “A virgin one,” Larry answered.
    Fred wrinkled her nose and pursed her lips. “That means no alcohol, right?”
    “No, it means they’ve never had sex with another margarita.”
    Lisa patted Fred’s arm. “I’ll let you have a sip