Three days had passed in Hana, with little done and little to do. We spent most of the days reading, lying together in the little bed on the lanai, watching the cattle grazing in the fields below. In the morning we would pick mango, papaya and coconut for breakfast, later we would pick bananas and avacado and eat them right there under the trees.
There was little to worry about then. In two weeks we would find out that she was pregnant, and a month later she would miscarry. That began the end of our marriage. But this day, with the sun shining and the scent of ocean on the air, there was nothing to do but take a picture of my little table.