Lauele Town Stories
Being an only child, Kona was blamed for things he didn’t entirely do. The best he could figure, it was some kind of screwball adult logic that said if Mom didn’t do it and Dad didn’t either, it must have been Kona.
“Robert Konahele Inoye, get in here now!”
Kona groaned. Three names. He lowered his baseball cap and headed down the hall and into the kitchen.
“Kona, where are the Oreos?”
“Don’t play games, Kona. They’re not in the cupboard. I never had them; your father didn’t. Tell the truth. You snuck in the kitchen and ate all the cookies last night.”
“I just had a couple. With milk,” said Kona, pointing to the empty glass by the sink. “Just two. Not the whole package. Really.”
Mom narrowed her eyes. “Don’t lie to me, Kona. Who ate all the cookies if not you?”
He shrugged. “I dunno. Wasn’t me.”
“Those cookies were for the whole week! There are no more cookies. None for snack; none for dessert; nobody gets cookies now. Nobody likes a greedy pig, Kona. Whoever ate all the cookies is exactly that.”
Yeah, Kona thought, greedy, but not a pig.
Mom sighed. “Go get your backpack. Time for school. And don’t forget to make your bed.”
Excerpted from Sniff by Lehua Parker. Copyright © 2013 by Lehua Parker. Excerpted by permission of Lehua Parker, LLC and Lauele Press. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher or author.