His cut fastball tends to break bats.

During a church service at Kawaiaha‘o, she once walked to the rear of the church, lay on her back, and called a native Hawaiian boy of about eight years old over to her, commanding him to lomilomi her abdomen with his feet.

The wind gusted through, shivering me, so that my waterlogged brogans were like ice against my feet.

In the corner by the door is a faucet with a basin beneath it, and beyond this what Chic Sale would call a family one-holer.