The Yom Tov Romance Series
Purim Fling
Matzo Ball Billionaire
Forgive Me, I Love You
Latkes of Love
Anthologies
“Open to Negotiations” in Dangerous Curves Ahead
“The Prince Without A Throne” in Wickedly Ever After
1. Chapter Alpha
2. Chapter Beta
3. Chapter Gamma
4. Chapter Delta
5. Chapter Epsilon
6. Chapter Zeta
7. Chapter Eta
8. Chapter Theta
9. Chapter Iota
10. Chapter Kappa
11. Chapter Lambda
12. Chapter Mu
13. Chapter Nu
14. Chapter Xi
15. Chapter Omicron
16. Chapter Pi
17. Chapter Rho
18. Chapter Sigma
19. Chapter Tau
20. Chapter Upsilon
21. Chapter Phi
22. Chapter Chi
23. Chapter Psi
24. Chapter Omega About Sara Acknowledgments
Chapter Alpha
Remember to tell people that Phi Alpha Pi is one of the largest and oldest sororities on campus,” I heard Jane telling some of the other sisters. “This house is a two-story Greek revival-style mansion. We allow all members to come here for meals, to study, or even hang out.”
I passed the formal living room where Jane was meeting with the sisters who would be giving tours to prospective members during Rush Week, which was only a few days away. As our sorority’s vice president of membership, this event was important for Jane. Since she was my best friend and roommate, I had been listening to her prepare for days. We had been the first to move in a few days before. Each night, before going to bed, Jane went through her notes a few times, and I reminded her to use her outdoor voice.
Membership wasn’t my responsibility, so I waved as I walked by the living room on my way to help another sister move in. My job was to oversee everything. As the newly elected president, I needed
to be seen. Today twenty of my sorority sisters saw me putting out figurative and literal fires (a candle feel), kissing people on both cheeks, and helping parents carry boxes up and down the stairs.
“I got it from here,” Marie said, putting her hand on my arm. I sagged with relief. There were a few more sisters trying to move in. Marie and Lydia were supposed to help, but Lydia got distracted by one of her best friends moving in. Aside from a handful of sisters, everyone was Lydia’s best friend. I climbed the stairs and dragged my body into my room. I collapsed on my bed, realizing I hadn’t even unpacked yet.
I wish I could say I was ecstatic about the year ahead of me. I wished I could say I was a devoted or even involved sorority sister in Phi Alpha Pi. I wish I could say I never take on too much when people need my help. I couldn’t say any of that. I could say that I agreed to become sorority president after the sorority had been placed on academic probation for low grades. This had been a looming threat in the past, but one F tipped the boat out of our favor. I had helped at the time, teaching study and organization skills, organizing group study sessions, and trying to turn work time into something social. It worked. It had been announced just this week that the probation was lifted. My real job this year was to keep it from happening again.
With Jane responsible for membership, we could work to bring in some new members who may do better academically. We needed a
better balance of the social and academic circles within the sorority’s programs too. That was Lydia’s job. I woke up from my nap thinking about my fellow board members, stacked in my favor, thanks to Marie as our secretary and treasurer.
A knock at my door helped my mind focus. In walked Marie, just the person I had been thinking about.
“Lizbeth, did you see the shirts she got the board members?” she said, holding a hot pink T-shirt up to her body.
Marie was petite and wore her long black hair with bangs that nearly covered her eyes. When she pulled them back, she revealed bright hazel eyes and a nose just a bit too big for her face. Marie’s my “little sister,” a bond between sorority sisters that often lasted the rest of their lives. She’s also our resident gadget geek with the latest technology toy. She had the first Fitbit, the first GoPro, was also the first to adopt new social media, and had happily taken over the sorority’s platforms.
The shirt Marie held had been in the gift basket our housemother gave each officer as they moved in. Mrs. C, as we were instructed to call her, was brand new this year and a bit over-eager. She welcomed each of the four officers with a huge hug and basket, which included tons of candy, candles, and school supplies. She gave each sister a candle as they moved in. Remember that literal fire I put out? Our previous housemother had never been this excited to see anyone.
“Yes, I saw it,” I said, groaning and pasting on a fake smile.
“Lizbeth, it says, ‘It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a
wife.’”
“Well, she is up on her Austen,” I said, wincing as I waited for a snarky reply.
Marie put her hands on her hips and sighed before responding. “You know that’s not the point. Some of us aren’t here to find rich husbands.”
I gave her a shrug. “I believe it was the goal for many sisters in her day. She is new and excited. She will learn some of us aren’t like this anymore.”
“She asked me to wear it tonight.”
My fake smile sunk into my resting bitch face. “No, you’ll wear an official sorority shirt; it’s tradition.”
Marie huffed with a firm nod. We were in agreement about that last part. There was no way I was going to challenge sorority traditions.
Marie stepped into my room and closed the door behind her. She quickly glanced back out the door right before it snapped shut. “Are we paying for this stuff? She hasn’t handed me receipts, but I’m worried she will,” Marie asked in a low voice.
I hadn’t thought this woman would ask us to pay for our own gifts. “Let me know if she does. I think this is her gift to us. She made these herself. I mean, the font is comic sans,” I added as I pointed to the shirt.
Marie left the room through our shared bathroom. The bedrooms and shared bathrooms were on the second floor of the house. A shared bathroom connected the two officer bedrooms so we could all work together. Poor Marie had to share a room with Lydia.
“I think we have everyone settled and don’t need to worry about anything until the meeting starts.”
Jane came into the room unannounced, looking down in her notebook as she walked. I had only joined Phi Alpha Pi so Jane and I could hang out during freshman year. It had been Jane and a few graduates who begged me to run for president. Jane had been one of the people who convinced me to help get the sorority off academic probation. If it wasn’t lifted by this fall, the sorority would have been kicked off campus. We now had to maintain our grades for five years, or it might still happen. I always found it hard to refuse my friend when she normally asked so little of people. Lydia was the only other candidate for president, and they were anxious that she would ruin everything. Lydia was the de-facto leader of the unacademic sisters and the worst of the lot. In the end, Lydia took on the Programming vice president role, something she’s exceptionally good at. She was so good that I needed to convince her to cancel a few.
“Is it true there is a party tonight after the meeting?” I asked Jane, thinking about something many had mentioned as they moved in.
“Yes,” Jane said, looking up and noticing me on my bed. “Lydia planned with the guys at Alpha Pi. They have a few new brothers who transferred from another school, and they want to make them feel welcome before Rush Week starts. Do you remember Caroline? Her older brother Charlie is one of those members.”
I had met Caroline earlier in the day. She had transferred to the university and wanted to get involved in our chapter of Phi Alpha Pi.
“Mrs. C is all abuzz about them because they are so rich,” Jane said, bouncing down on my bed and turning toward me. “She thinks Caroline’s brother could be a boyfriend for one of us. It is so sweet of her to want to help us.”
I forced a smile on my face. Jane wasn’t being sarcastic. She was the kindest person in the world who liked almost everyone. Something was completely wrong with you if Jane didn’t like you.
“You’re too sweet,” I said, fighting the other expressions my face wanted to make.
Jane giggled, often amused by my sarcasm and cynicism. “Lizbeth, she’s recently widowed. Her children are all off living their own lives. She wants to care for someone, and we need someone looking out for us.”
I exhaled and sagged. “I know, and I feel horrible for her! You saw the shirts, right? God forbid we learn to take care of ourselves rather than hunt for rich men to marry.”
Jane pulled the shirt out of her basket and looked it over. “Some members actually want to meet their future husbands. Let her get used to us and learn what we need. I’m sure she’ll calm down. If not, well... you’ll certainly be a good balance for her. That is one of the strengths we value in you.”
I walked up to Jane and gave her a hug. “Thank you for being kind to me even when I may not deserve it.”
Lydia twirled in front of the mirror in the officers’’ shared bathroom. With bright red hair and green eyes, Lydia was hard to ignore and loved dressing up to get attention. She insisted red-heads had the most fun and made sure to prove it to everyone around her. With her petite curvy frame, she was like a bouncing ball. She’s the one who got the F that put us on academic probation.
“Lizzie, you should totally wear a cute little dress,” Lydia said once she stopped spinning long enough to put on her makeup.
I shook my head, ready to leave in thirty seconds. “I need my cute little dresses for Rush events. It will just have to be jeans and a shirt,” I said, pulling my brown hair back in a ponytail.
I was the opposite of Lydia. I liked being around people, but I never liked being the center of attention. I had brown hair and blue eyes. I was tall and not curvy. I did not think I was like a bouncing ball.
“At least wear a cute shirt!” Lydia said, looking me up and down. “I can loan you something. I mean, who knows who will be there?”
All of Lydia’s shirts were far too tight for me. I was happy to stay in the hot pink sorority shirt I had worn to their earlier meeting. I didn’t expect anyone was going to dress up. “It will be the same guys who were there last year, and we will outnumber them because most of the guys aren’t back yet,” I said.
“Caroline’s brother will be there!” Lydia called back to me as she ran into her room. “I heard they are filthy rich-- importing and exporting out of New Orleans or something like that. Plus, I heard a friend transferred with him. I know you, Lizzy; once you have a beer
or two, you’ll be dancing with the rest of us. Maybe one of the new guys will dance with you.”
Lydia came back into the bathroom with an orange shirt in her hands. I waved it away.
Caroline had come back to the house for our membership meeting. As a Phi Alpha Pi member at her previous university, she was entitled to join without going through Rush Week like all new members. She paid her dues so she could sit in on any meeting. Caroline hadn’t remembered me when Lydia reintroduced us. When we shook hands again, Caroline had barely moved hers. She had left the meeting without a goodbye. I hoped she was merely reserved until she felt more comfortable. I seemed to be the only one who felt uncomfortable, and I hoped Charlie wasn’t anything like his sister.
“Mrs. C thinks Jane and Charlie are perfect for each other,” Lydia said as Jane walked into the bathroom.
“When did Mrs. C meet Charlie?” I asked, sitting down at my now organized desk.
“He came over with Caroline. You were busy helping people move in and only stuck around long enough to meet her,” Jane said.
I nodded as I remembered that I had been anxious to extinguish the fire. “Did you like him?” I asked Jane.
We made eye contact in the mirror.
“I didn’t really get to meet him either,” Jane said with a soft smile and light blush. “I just saw him in passing. Even if he isn’t The One, it would be nice to have a boyfriend this year instead of random dates with guys who just want to get laid.”
I quietly chuckled. That smile meant she was infatuated.
“Maybe there will be someone in your classes,” Marie said from the hallway where she was waiting for us.
“I’m an education major, Marie. Most of the guys in my classes are gay or married,” Jane said.
I wondered how this night could end as we walked to the fraternity house. It depended on how drunk each of us got. Lydia was completely unpredictable once she started drinking, oscillating between mean girl and sweet angel. She would cry about how much she appreciated all you do for her, only to turn around and accuse you of trying to destroy her. Not that I knew from personal experience. Marie had offered to be Sober Sister before we even left the house. She wouldn’t be a problem. Jane was a social drinker, and I had rarely seen her drunk, but it was known to happen.
“My parents were in China most of the summer, so I had the house to myself. I had a ton of pool parties,” Lydia prattled on as we walked.
“I spent the summer in L.A. with a cousin who is making YouTube videos out there. I got to hang out at the Nerdist offices a couple times,” Marie said, nudging me. I loved it when she was excited to share something.
We could hear the music playing at the house as we got closer. The Alpha Pi house was one of three fraternity houses on this street. The other two had lights on but were quiet. The fraternities don’t take Rush Week as seriously as the sororities do. The members
would show up on campus tomorrow, open the doors, and freshmen would just show up. The sororities had constant events: teas, meet & greets, dinners, ceremonies, and more. Tonight, everyone from the Greek system was probably hanging out at the Alpha Pi house because there was nothing else to do.
The party had started on the lawn of the fraternity house but was pretty tame so far. People were just hanging around. There weren’t as many women as I expected. Other women were there, but mostly girlfriends. I wondered if the other sororities on campus were busy getting ready for Rush Week. Lydia and Jane assured me everything was done for our opening tea the next day. I suspected Lydia had suckered Mrs. C into helping set up while we partied.
We split up once in the backyard. Lydia grabbed a beer and was suddenly on the back of some fraternity brother, riding him around the lawn. I spotted my friend Charlotte, who was already talking to some guys. Jane and I spent most of our summers at the same sleep-away camp. Charlotte had been one of our suite-mates freshman year and joined the sorority to be able to hang out together. Charlotte was nowhere near as involved as Jane and I were. She did minimal activity to stay active like I did before the academic probation. She was tall and lanky with skin the color of milk chocolate. Her big brown eyes dominated her face, and she wore her curly black hair cut close to her head. I thought it made her look mature and sophisticated. It was helped that she frequently came from her studio, and paint was spattered on her clothes.
“It looks like Jane has a new friend,” Charlotte said as we sat down on a bench on the back deck of the fraternity house.
I looked over at Jane, who was with a woman I recognized. “That’s Caroline, who just transferred here with her brother. She was at the meeting earlier.”
Caroline made me think of a bored southern housewife from the 60s. She had worn a suit when she had come by the house in the morning but had changed for the meeting. She had worn the traditional pink shirt with slim black slacks. Now she had changed into an A-line black skirt and put a black cardigan over a blouse. She also wore two-inch black wedges that made her tower over most other women in the room. She was tall and rail thin with long blond hair with dark roots, so Caroline looked good in nearly everything. Her almond-shaped hazel eyes gave her an exotic look. I wondered if Caroline had done a small amount of plastic surgery --especially her too-straight nose.
“I must have missed her,” Charlotte said. “Is her brother the cute blond guy talking to them?”
I hadn’t noticed the two men standing with Caroline and Jane. Caroline’s face was still resting bitch face, probably her default expression. One of the two guys looked like Caroline and could only be her brother, Charlie. After all the fuss Mrs. C made, I expected Charlie to be some golden Adonis. He was cute with a huge, dopey grin and stared at Jane like a puppy dog. His hair was straight, blond, and floppy. He had a tall, athletic, stocky build and wore distressed jean shorts, a gray T-shirt, and flip-flops. The other man was the same height as Charlie but had a slender build. He stood very straight and very still. His expression was a mix of annoyance and boredom. He would have been cute if it wasn’t for the sour
expression. He had dark brown hair curling just a little at the edges as if ready for a quick trim. He was wearing dark jeans and a black button-down shirt. He had rolled up the sleeves of the shirt because of the heat. My eyes were drawn to the maroon Chucks on his feet. I wondered if he was a hipster.
“I assume that’s Caroline’s brother since they look so much alike. I don’t know who the other guy is, though,” I leaned in closer and said in a low voice.
“His name is Wil, and he is super-duper rich,” Lydia said, coming out of nowhere and dropping down on the bench between Charlotte and myself. Of course, she had heard us talking.
“Is he the other transfer?” Charlotte asked after adjusting her position on the couch.
“Yep, he is some orphan from New York. His family was like huge in real estate, like Trump-huge. They have oodles of money. He might be richer than Caroline and Charlie. He’s a pill, though. He won’t talk to anyone except Charlie and Caroline. You have to meet them, Lizzie!” Lydia said and pushed me off the bench.
Jane introduced us to the others once we arrived at the group. It felt uncomfortable, but Charlie had an easy smile and was clearly used to enjoying himself. Wil, on the other hand, looked incapable of smiling. I wondered what he would look like if he just smiled a little. Now that I was close enough, I could see his eyes were green with dark rings around the iris. I found it hard to stop looking at those eyes and kept glancing back at him to look into them again.
I managed to force my gaze back to Charlie. “Welcome to campus. Are you living at the house?”
“No,” Charlie said. “The three of us are sharing a townhouse just off campus. Our parents didn’t want us to worry about dorms and felt more comfortable with Wil as our roommate.”
“Did you all grow up together? I thought someone said you were from New Orleans. Jane is from New Orleans, too,” Lydia asked, asserting herself in the middle of the conversation.
“We’re from New Orleans. Wil and I have been friends for years. Our mothers went to college together. We all wanted to keep the tradition going, even as far as transferring schools together. Wil’s family is from New York, though,” Charlie said with a chuckle.
“Lizzy has family in New York!” Lydia said and jabbed an elbow in my side.
“In the city?” Caroline asked, her eyebrow raised. I pushed Lydia away. “Yes. My father’s parents live there. We visit them a few times a year.”
“Where does your family live?” Charlie asked, eyebrows drawn together.
“Boston,” I said, forcing myself not to look at Wil again. “My mother’s family has lived in Boston since the pilgrims. They still live on the out in Central Massachusetts on the family farm.”
“Boston is a long way from Georgia,” Caroline said as she scrunched her nose.
I shrugged but felt defensive. “It was in the middle between Jane and me. We wanted to go to college together, so we picked the middle ground. It’s a long way from New Orleans too.”
“It is twice as far from Boston to Atlanta than New Orleans,” Wil said, with no expression on his face.
“Yes, I’m aware,” I said, mirroring him.
“Then it’s not equal distance, nor is it middle ground.”
I narrowed my eyes. My back hair was straight up now. “It was affordable for both of us compared to other options.”
Wil didn’t respond, and the conversation turned to great bars and restaurants around the campus. Lydia took over and dominated the conversation. Charlie periodically asked Jane questions that Lydia answered. Wil stared at me for the rest of the conversation, making me hyper-aware and uncomfortable.
I shook my now empty beer bottle. “I’m going to find another.”
Charlotte followed me with a wave to the others. By the end of the night we were tipsy and giggling on the floor of the fraternity game room under the pool table. The party had been the same drunk guys for the past three years, and I was bored of the same conversations. In our intoxicated silliness, we were reduced to making fun of them, thinking we were alone in the room.
“His lisp gets worse when he drinks. Why does he torture himself?”
Charlotte said about one of the sophomore brothers who always hit on me.
The game room door opened, and two people walked in. “Shhh,” I said, putting my finger to my lips and trying not to giggle.
“I like this group better than the brothers at Tulane,” a chipper voice said.
“Yes,” a flat, monotone voice followed. “It is nice to have an actual house to hang out at. This group certainly has a better standing on campus and will yield better connections for the future,” the other replied.
The two pairs of legs stopped right next to the pool table. If I hadn’t already figured out the two voices, I would have recognized the maroon Chucks. The two men could only be Charlie and Wil. They walked over to the pool table that Charlotte and I hid under. I heard billiard balls being knocked around above us.
“The Phi Alpha Pi sisters seem friendly. Jane’s very pretty,” Charlie said.
I couldn’t help but smile. Jane needed a sweet cinnamon-roll type guy. Someone who would worship her like the kind goddess she was.
“She was very accommodating and sweet. She smiles a lot, but so do you,” Wil added as my smile fell.
“Lizbeth is also very pretty.”
Charlotte’s eyes locked on mine, and we both put our hands over our mouths. Now that my name had come up, it would be smart to not reveal my presence in the room.
“Yes, but not my type,” Wil quickly said. “You know how I am about sorority girls. I don’t enjoy women who drink themselves stupid when they aren’t aggressively trying to attract wealthy men so they can elevate themselves socially and financially. The Phi Alpha Pi chapter here doesn’t have the best reputation. Caroline considered not joining the chapter.”
Charlotte’s eyes got wide, and she grabbed my arm. She might not have seen the snarl on my face since my hand remained over my mouth, but my friend knew me well enough. I was ready to crawl out and reveal all I had heard to that snobby man. She didn’t let go until Charlie and Wil ended their conversation and left the room.
“I’m too aggressive?” I said, fighting to keep my voice low as we crawled from under the table. “I’m drinking myself stupid? I’m trying to elevate myself financially and socially?”
Charlotte put her hands up. “Calm down. Don’t let the opinion of one unpleasant man upset you. He clearly knows nothing about you.”
I took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds, but I still shook as I exhaled. “He judged me based on one twenty-minute conversation and the entire sorority on rumors!”
“Come on, let’s get out of here,” Charlotte said, taking my arm and leading me to the door. “It’s not like you have to deal with him. How often do we party with the fraternity?”
I stopped walking. “All the time, Charlotte! We have parties with them all the time.”
She forced me out of the room and took my hand to lead me out of the house. We found Marie taking her Sober Sister duties very seriously and decided to return to the house alone. We were about halfway down the block when Lydia ran up behind us.
“Charlie and Caroline are totally going to host a Halloween party at their townhouse!” Lydia yelled as she caught up.
I raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Yep!” Lydia said as she started skipping. “Charlie promised they would host a party.”
“Wait, did he say a Halloween party, or did you decide that?” Charlotte asked.
“He said they would have a party,” Lydia said with a shrug. “I suggested Halloween, and nobody said no.”
Chapter Beta
Jane was already in our room when I returned to the sorority house. I made sure Charlotte got on the shuttle back to her apartment before coming up to find Jane ready for bed.
“I tried to find you before I left,” Jane said as I collapsed on my bed.
“Charlotte and I got distracted.”
I couldn’t see what Jane was doing, but I was confident she was smiling. “I saw what’s-his-face with the lisp talking to you, and then I lost you. I talked with him earlier. I wish I could remember his name. He is so considerate and offered to tutor me again this semester if I needed math help.
I sat up and looked at my friend. “You don’t have any math classes this year.”
“Yes,” she said with a small shrug. “But it was sweet of him to offer. He was such a good tutor. I got a B in trig because of him.”
I gave her a suspicious look before getting off my bed and going into the bathroom to change. Jane was the type of person who would let this guy tutor her out of the kindness of her heart. If that made her happy, who was I to stand in her way. I only intervened if I thought someone was taking advantage of her kindness.
“You spent a lot of time talking with Charlie. Nobody else got to talk to him,” I said as I returned to the room.
Jane blushed, and I knew she was smitten. “He’s really sweet. I like him, but Caroline wouldn’t leave his side. It’s sweet of her to look out for her brother. That’s why she transferred with him and Wil. Charlie’s trying to look out for her too. I wish I had a brother like that.”
I sat down on the bed next to her. “You have me. You know I’ll always look out for you. You’re like a sister to me.”
“I know, and I love you like a sister,” she added, putting her arm around my shoulder. “I know you would beat someone up for me any day! Speaking of beating someone up, Wil didn’t seem to impress you too much. I caught you calculating a response.”
I rolled my eyes. “Why does everyone think I should care what Wil thinks about me?”
I got up and returned to the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed.
“Do you know what Charlotte and I overheard him say to Charlie?” I said when I came back into the room.
I didn’t wait for a response before recapping the conversation I overheard. I watched Jane’s face transition from joy that Charlie liked her to concern when she heard what Wil said.
“Are you sure you didn’t take it out of context? I mean, he was very withdrawn at the party, but he’s at a new school, and he barely knows anyone,” Jane said after silently thinking about it for a few moments.
“All the more reason to not judge people so quickly,” I added as I got into bed.
There was enough space between our beds for both our desks to fit side by side without obscuring our views of each other. We rolled onto our sides, facing each other as we got comfortable.
“You can be aggressive, and we do have a reputation on campus,” Jane said softly like it wasn’t something she liked.
“What reputation?”
“I mean,” she started, carefully weighing her words to avoid being mean. “Lots of our members aren’t wealthy and often work on campus. Even you work on campus. Being at a private university and being poor can imply you’re looking for a way to become wealthy. Women in sororities are already burdened with an image of marriage hunters. I’m sure he’ll change his mind once he gets to know you.”
I rolled onto my back and thought about spending more time with Wil. My family’s wealth was something I didn’t share with many people. My grandfather was a famous chef across the world. I was afraid people would use me. At best, they attempted to get reservations in restaurants. At worst, it was people asking me to pay for things. During my senior year of high school, a friend and I went out for the day. She had needed to get her car’s oil changed and, when she didn’t have the money, asked me to pay. She had insisted I shouldn’t have had a problem paying fifty dollars for her car if I
wanted to get home. I had paid but fumed, and she had never paid me back. We were no longer friends. I made a point of keeping my wealth to myself when I got to college.
“I don’t want people to use me for my money,” I said after a few moments of silence.
Jane didn’t miss a beat. “I know that, but Wil doesn’t know you at all. Plus, you would typically agree with his assessment of sorority members.”
“That too many members drink far too much and throw themselves at men?” I said, mimicking Wil’s monotone.
Jane giggled. “Your words, not mine. He’s been at Tulane for years and is probably quite used to that behavior.”
I couldn’t argue with Jane. I was too tired, and Jane would see the best by reminding me of the context. I wasn’t ready to stop being angry. To have someone, anyone, judge me so harshly and so quickly was not something I was accustomed to.
I was distracted when I walked into the first day of my Gender Communication class. Rush Week had passed quickly, and there had been minimal complications. I was ready to focus on my school work now that a new group of pledges had been selected. Jane would manage to get them through the semester and learn about the sorority. I had to ensure the other sisters kept their grades up and we got off academic probation.
“Lizbeth!” I turned to see my professor and mentor, Dr. Bennett, jogging to catch up with me.
Dr. Bennett had been my first professor for my first class at school three years ago. Since then, he had become the advisor for my honors thesis and my mentor. He was in his early 60s and was one of the odd males recognized as a feminist leader. He didn’t call himself a feminist but a feminist ally. I decided to trust him when a boy tried to incorrectly mansplain menstruation to me during that freshman gender studies class. Dr. Bennett promptly told the student to shut up. He was a tall, sturdy black man who wore thick black glasses and a greying beard. He routinely dressed in tailored threepiece suits.
Once he caught up to me, we walked to the classroom together, chatting about how my semester was already going.
“How did Rush week go?” Dr. Bennet asked after telling me about his freshman Intro to Sociology class.
“Much smoother than expected,” I said with a small shrug. “I was pleasantly surprised that Lydia stepped up and did an amazing job planning all the events. She and Jane made a good team, and I didn’t have to worry about anything.”
Dr. Bennet pursed his lips. “I’m glad you have been able to bring the team together. I know you were concerned about Lydia.”
“Well, I spent some time in the restaurant this summer trying to get an idea of how chefs lead a team,” I reminded him, thinking about how my father managed a team of four chefs to cook in his Back Bay restaurant.
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Leina a ka uhane, (soul’s leap), 574
Leiomanu (leiomano), a shark-toothed weapon, 468
Lele (Lahaina), Maui, 74, 238, 240, 436, 442, 540
Leleiwi, rain at, 250
Keaau and Iwa land at, 288
Lepe, cunning man of Hilo, 422, 424
Lihau, 520, 532, 534
Liholiho, heir to Kingdom of Kamehameha, 478, 480
Lihue, Waianae, Halemano next to, 228, 250, 274 waterless waste of, 240. the wind of, 252, 310.
Liionaiwaa, 548.
Lilikoi, kukui grove of Maui, 674.
Limakaukahi and Limapaihala, hands of Kaulu, 366, 370.
Limaloa, 342, 344, 346, 354 [xii]
Limu, seaweed, 494
Lobster cave, 294, 296
Lohiau, husband of Pele, 518
Loin cloth, 408, 702
Lolehale, place for Kilu game, 246
Lolomauna, temple at, 168, 198
Lomilomi, massage, 354
Lono, god, 456; father of Pamano, 302
Lonoaohi, priest, gifted with fore-knowledge, 320, 322, 324
Lonoapii, King of Maui, lived in Waihee, 176–180
Lonoikamakahiki, renowned King of Hawaii, brother of Pupukea, famous Lono of tradition, 436–450.
Lonoikiaweawealoha, love-making god of Kamapuaa, 330, 338, 342, 352.
Lonokaeho, king of one side of Kahiki, 326–330, 336, 370.
Lonomakua, Pele’s agent, 340, 342.
Lonomuku, woman who leaped to the moon, 658, 660.
Lopa, (law-forming class), souls of, 544.
Loulu, palm tree, “hiwa” (Prichardia martii) and “lelo” (Prichardia gaudichaudii), 364, 656.
Lua, a bone-breaking contest, 210, 282.
Luahenewai, Waikiki-kai, 488.
Luahoomoe, priest, 514, 516, 662.
Luakaha, 460
Luau, young taro leaves, 494, 684
Lulana, 630
Luluupali, 698
Lupea, sister of Hina, 148 Palila, the ward of, 150
Lupeakawaiowainiha, a warrior, 138, 140
Luukia, daughter of Olopana, born on Kauai, 194–196 and Uweuwelekehau, queen and king of Kauai, 198. daughter of Hamau and Hooleia, of Puako, Hawaii, 564–568.
Maakuakeke of Waialae, fishing instructor and companion of Kawelo, 6, 8, 10, 12, 18.
Maakuiaikalani, Kapa of, 10.
Maba sandwicensis, (Lama), 56.
Maeaea, Kaiaka and Anahulu, brothers of Halemano, 228.
Maemae, Kaheiki adjacent to, 474.
Mahiki, Hawaii, route of army, 448, 500.
Mahimahi (Coryphaena hippurus), 270.
Mahinahina, wife of Kapapauoa, 506
Mahinui, daughter of Hina, mother of Palila, 136, 144, 372 portion of Olomana, 146, 374
Mahoe, 468
Maiauhaalenalenaupena, deceiver of peddlers, 426
Maihuna and Malaiakalani, parents of Kawelo, 2, 10.
Maika stones (ulu), 688.
Maikoha, legend of, 270
Maile, (Alyxia olivaeformis), a fragrant vine, 240, 614–618
Makahi, story of, 564–568
Makahiki or New Year’s sports, 436
Makaia, definition of, 176
Makaioulu, warrior of Kamehameha, in Nuuanu battle, 488, 490
Makaiula fishing grounds in Kaelehuluhulu, 258
Makaiwa, surf riding place of Wailua (Kauai), 242
Makakuikalani, Maui chief, younger brother of Kama, King of Maui, 436–450
Makalii, King of Kauai, 252, 316–320, 326, 334, 346–352, 364, 368 Ieiea and Poopalu, fishermen of, 600. season, 664.
Makaliikuakawaiea, 348.
Makaliua, residence of Maui’s parents, 536, 538.
Makamakaole, Maui at, 536. meaning of name, 536. oopu god of, 514.
Makapuu point, 220, 286, 374.
Makaulele, lehua tree of, 256
Makawalu (eight-eyed), signifying all-seeing, wise, 314
Make hewa, definition, 416
Makoa, fast runner, 490
Makolea, beautiful woman of Kona, 384, 386, 388, 390, 394, 396, 404.
Makua, bone breaking at, 490. one of Waianae valleys, traditional home of the “olohe,” 490
Makuakeke, fisherman of Oahu, 696, 700
Makuu and Popoki, two lands near Puna, 234
Malae, high priest of Kauai, 322, 324
Malaekahana, image, at Hauula, 236
Malaiakalani, mother of Kawelo, 2
Kawelo’s sister, the ward of, 46.
Malaihi, chief over Hamakua, Waimea and Kawaihae, 486, 488.
Malailua, 28, 30.
Malama, 256.
Malio, 668, 692.
Maliu surf of, Kauhola point, 240–242, 248.
Malo, David, antiquarian writer, 520.
Malo (loin cloth), 164, 688.
Malolo, an indigenous cane, first named Puahala, 586.
Malulani, sister of Kaohelo, 576–580.
Mamaki (Pipturus albidus), 284, 636.
Mamala, entrance of Honolulu harbor, 8, 428. channel, 396.
Mamalahoa, Kamehameha’s beneficient law, 478. law, derivation and application, 468–470, 490, 492 “rain outside of,” 56 “spears made from rafters of,” 40
Mamane (Sophora chrysophylla), a hard wood, 156, 638.
Mana, Kauai, a place of spirits, 196.
Luukia and husband banished to, 196 people came to, 198 Polihale at end of, 62
Manana, in upper Ewa, 188.
Manauea stream, 500.
Manawaikeao, 12.
Manawainui, 546.
Man-eating dog, 412, 416.
Manienie, woman of Kau, 384.
Manini (Teuthis sandwicensis), surgeon-fish, 98.
Maniniholokuaua, of Molokai, noted for speed and strength, 164–166.
Manoa, Oahu, 188, 192, 458.
Kahalaopuna born at, 188.
Peapea resides in, 458. rain at, 188
Manono, wife of Kekuaokalani, 480
Mauiakekai, 26
Manulele, indigenous cane, 584
Mao, attendant of Keaweikekahialii, 262–264
Maoleha, net of Makalii, 368
Mats, 626–628 used by stowaways, 702.
Mau sphere, region next below the “waokele,” 496.
Maui, son of Hinalauae and Hina, 536–544, 560–564. army of Umi set sail for, 178 becomes dry, 516
ghosts of, 428
Kahekili, king of, 452, 454, 472.
Kalaiopuu arrived at, 452, 454, 472.
Kahekilinui, king of, 458.
Kaiuli, king of, 302.
Kakaalaneo, king of, 386
Kalaehina, king of, 484
Kamalalawalu, king of, 206, 436
Kepakailiula’s army sets out for, 390.
Kapakohana sails for, 208.
Kekaa, capital of, 540.
Kihapiilani king of, 180
Lele, (Lahaina) on, 436
Lonoapii, king of, 176, 434, 436, 442, 444–450, 460, 472
[xiii]Makakuikalani in control of, 436, 442, 446, 448, 450.
Oulu, warrior of, 452.
Pamano, king of, 306.
“peleleu” fleet at, 470. people slaughtered by Kamehameha, 474 rock as large as, 366 war carried on in, 180
Mauihope, last or after Maui, 560
Mauiites, 450, 454
Mauikiikii, definition of, 560.
Mauimua, first born or elder Maui, 562.
Mauiokalana, 560.
Maumae, beneficient law, 478. heiau, Palolo valley, 478.
Maumauikio, warrior, 704.
Maunahoomaha, 534.
Maunakea, 124.
Maunakepa and Hooleia, of Kauai, parents of Kaoheloula, 580.
Maunakilika, formally called Alea, 140
Maunalei, Lanai, Kalapanakuioiomoa settles at, 264
Maunaloa, servant of Keawenuiaumi, 200
Maunu (bait), necessary for “anaana” priest, 570
Medicine (weapons), 476
Meles, 74
Metrosideros polymorpha, Lehua, variety of ohia, 152, 190, 638
Mikioi wind, 252
Milky Way, 118
Milu, god of Hades, 50, 184, 186
Mischief-maker, 170
Moa, trunk-fish (Ostracion camurum), 194
Moanalua, Oahu, 368
Moanonuikalehua, 150, 152, 374
Moeawa, Hill of (Puu o Moeawa), 500.
Moelana, Kaaealii at, 238. Koolau people at, 238.
Moemoe, 538, 544. and Maui at Kekaa, 544.
Moi (Polydactylus sexfilis), 98.
Moikeha brought the awa from Kauai to Oahu, 606.
Mokapu, 286.
Mokolii, islet, 370. wizard, 370
Mokuhooniki, land known as, 394
Mokulau, Maui, Halemano lands at, 258 Pamano at, 302 “lehua blossoms of,” 250.
Mokuohai, scene of Kamehameha’s first battle for the throne, 466.
Mokuola, Coconut Island, Hilo, 248.
Mokupane, high priest, 200, 202.
Moloaa, 138.
Molokai, home of Pakaa, 74. home of Pele, 526.
incidents relating to, 74, 80, 102, 112, 116, 132, 134, 148, 164, 166, 176, 180, 238, 284–5, 394, 428, 496, 526 winds of, 102
Molokini (islet), 518 myths concerning, 514, 518, 534.
Momoa, part of a canoe, 280.
Months of Hawaii calendar, 102.
Moo, or lizard-god, 412, 520.
Moomooikio is killed, 48.
Morinda citrifolia (noni), 334.
Morning star, 118.
Mualea, see Muolea.
Mud-hen, origin of fire obtained by Maui from the, 562 why head of the, is red, 564
Muolea (on Maui), 140, 372
Myth concerning Molokini, 514; of Poo, 528
See also Legends.
Mythical Tales, 506. 562–64.
Naaimokuokama, companion warrior of Makaioulu, 488.
Nahanaimoa, grandfather of Kawelo, 58.
Naihe and Hoapili, 480.
Nakinowailua and Hokiolele, spirit-sisters of Pamano, 308, 310, 312.
Nalu, warrior, 484.
Namahana, daughter of Haalou and wife of Keeaumoku, 688.
Namakaahua, brother of Hua, 514.
Namakaeha, chief of Hilo, 476, 506, 508, 570.
Namakaeha, killed by Wakiu, 510.
Namakaokalani, called the warrior of Moloaa, 138; defeated, 372 king of Hawaii, 280 meaning of name, 372 ruler of half of Kauai, 276, 136, 372.
See also Kukuiaimakaokalani.
Namakaokaia, a chief of Hawaii, 276, 280, 282.
Namakaokapaoo, legend of, 274–282.
Namalokama, chief priest of the king of Kauai, 432.
Nananuu, a place of offering in the temple, 350.
Napuelua, legend of, 500, 502.
Nawaahookui, 204
Nawahinemakaikai, definition of, 234
Necklace, ivory, 468
Nehu (salted fish), 176
Neneleau, sumach (Rhus semialata), 500, 640
Nenue, rudder-fish (Kyphosus sp ), 300
Neritina granosa (Opihi), 296
Neue and Keawehala, daughters of Niulii, 218
Niau Kani, musical instrument and chronological era, 692
Nihopuaa (hog’s tusk), name of awa sprouts, 608
Niihau, mats of, 56 persons from, 164, 166.
Niuaawaa, 572.
Niuhelewai, location of, 368, 498. people of Oahu defeated at, 498.
Niulii, a section of Kohala, name also of its chief, 216–218, 220.
Niumalu, name given to, 224.
No’a, game, 574.
Noio, fishing bird, 508.
Noni, (Morinda citrifolia), 334. house timber, 652.
Nothocestrum breviflorum (aiea), 636
Nounou hill, 32, 38, 40, 42, 44, 48, 50, 58, 60.
Nualolo cliff, 142.
Nunulu, high chief of Kohala, 246
Nuu, place name, 546, 572
Nuuanu, 430, 458, 460
Nuuanu battle, 474
Nuukole, red-tail mudfish, 512
Nuumealani, Hawaii, birthplace of Pele sisters, 576, 578
Nuupia, father of Puniakaia, 154, 156 pool at, the home of Uhumakaikai, 162
Oahu, battles on, 278, 474, 498 chiefs of, 488, 494.
kings of, 4, 142, 222, 238, 276, 280, 320, 374, 394, 396, 428, 456, 458, 492, 498.
legends of, 12, 142.
general references, 42, 142, 144, 146, 160, 162, 166, 170, 220, 238, 278, 280, 282, 324, 326, 346, 394, 404, 428, 432, 458, 460, 470, 472, 474, 476, 564, 694, 696.
Offspring of chiefs to be killed, 198, 206.
Oha and aae, young taro shoots, 682.
Ohaikea, 448.
Ohe (bamboo), 588.
Ohele, stream, 256.
Ohelo, berry (Vaccinium reticulatum), 576, 578; legend regarding, 582.
Ohia, or lehua ahihi (Metrosideros polymorpha), 152.
Ohiakuikalaka, Kamalama received blow from, 710.
Ohiki, sand crab (Ocypode, sp.), 16.
620–624, 638 [xiv]
Ohiohikupua, name of the pandamus or lauhala, 656
Oilikukaheana brought the awa plant from Kahiki, 606
Ointment, calabash of (Kakele), 80
Oio, bone-fish (Albula vulpes), 158
Okolehao, a liquor distilled from the ti-root, 670
Ola, king of Kauai, and builder of the Hanola temple, 208
Olaa, place known by ancient traditions as Laa, 112 kapas of, 284.
Olana, or Nana, month, 116.
Olapa, shrub used in scenting kapa, 112.
Olena (circuma longa), root furnished a yellow dye, 640.
Oloa kapa, 140.
Oloalu, or Olowalu, place near Lahaina, 514, 516.
Olohana, “all hands,” nickname given to John Young, 426.
Olohe, a robber skilled in bone-breaking, 210.
Olomana, a warrior, 146, 374.
Olomea (Perrottetia sandwicensis), 640.
Olona (Touchardia latifolia), Hawaiian hemp, 202, 606.
Oloolohio, method of taro cultivation, 680.
Olopana, son of Ku, legends of 192, 194, 196, 198, 220, 316, 320, 322, 324, 350.
Olowalu, landing place, 470, 514, 516.
Omaokamau, warrior of Umi, 180, 380, 382.
Omaumaukioe and Owalawalaheekio, 346
Onionikaua, officer and general of Aikanaka, 32, 34, 36
Oo, bird (Moho nobilis), 258, 478 gardening implement, 414, 586, 680
Oopu god, legend of, 510, 514
Oopuloa forests, 176, 180
Oopuola, home of the ghost Kaahualii, 434
Oopus, goby-fish (Eleotris fusca), 510, 512
Opelemoemoe (the great sleeper), legend of, 168, 170
Opelu (Decapterus pinnulatus), 16.
Opihi shell (Neritina granosa), 296.
Opiko, or Kopiko (Straussia sp.), 640.
Opuaanuenue, probably Lonokaeho, 328.
Opukea, an indigenous cane, 584.
Opule (Anampsis evermanni), 16, 510.
Ostracion camurum (moa), trunk-fish, 194.
Ouholowai, scented kapas made from mamaki, 112, 284.
Oulu, warrior of Maui, 452, 454, 456.
Our, complimentary use of pronoun, 438.
Oven, 132, 400, 402. use of in death penalty, 128, 404, 472.
Owaia, a cruel king, 660.
Owl, possessing “aumakua” attributes, 574.
Paa, battle at, 372
Paauhau, locality in Hamakua, Hawaii, 410
Paddle, sign of authority, 122
Pahapaha, seaweed, 62
Pahee, game of, 214 grave called, 570
Pahia of Hilo, 494
Pahoa, a dagger, 298, 680 locality, 322, 324.
Paholei, name for awa, 606.
Pahulu, Lanai, ghosts at, 428.
Pahupahua, battle at, 480.
Pai, coconut trees at, 30.
Paiai, kalo pounded stiff, 668.
Paio bird. See Elepaio.
Pakaa (servant of Keawenuiaumi), story of, 72–77.
Pakaalana, temple of, in Waipio, 290.
Pakaka, portion of Honolulu below Queen street, 486.
Pala-a (Davallia tenuifolia), fern supplying a red dye, 640.
Palahola (plant), bark used in making kapa, 240, 636.
Palake, canoe builder of Kamehameha I., 478.
Palani, surgeon-fish (Hepatus sp.), 298, 300. an indigenous cane, known also as palanihao and polaniula, 584
Palanquin, 142, 144
Palila, legend of, 136–153
Paliuli, battle at, 416 the Hawaiian paradise, 384, 406, 410, 412
Palm leaves as peace offering, 122 a hiding place, 364.
Pamano (famous as a singer and chanter), legend of, 302–313.
Panaewa, unknown locality mentioned in meles, 250, 256.
Panuhunuhu (Callyodon ahula), 154.
Paoo, fish (Salarias sp.), form of taken by Kauli and his wife, 266.
Paopele, warrior, 220.
Papa, a class or code of Kamehameha’s laws, 692.
Papa kahuia, place of the “anaana” priests’ ceremonies, 640.
Papaa, indigenous cane, 582.
Papahawahawa, 548–550.
Papai, landing place of Kamehameha I., 468.
Papai hale, shelter hut on double canoes, 702.
Papakolea predicts that Palilo will conquer Oahu, 144.
Papawai, locality mentioned in chant of Halemano, 246.
Pa-u, given to Laenihi, 234.
Pauhuuhu, fish, 154.
Pauoa, valley, 188
Pa’upa’u, hill of Lahaina, 520–522. battles at, 520 burial place of David Malo on, 520 fauna and flora of, 522 heiau on, 520. legend regarding, 520. refuge place on eastern side, 520.
Paritium tiliaceum (hau), 148.
Paved roads, 176, 180.
Peapea, a celebrity in time of Kahekili, 508, 548, 550.
Pekua, to ward off, 702.
Pele, (goddess of the volcano) ancestry, 524. incidents relating to, 332, 334, 336, 340, 342, 346, 354–6, 508, 518, 524, 526, 534, 536, 546, 572, 574, 576, 580
Pele and Hiiaka, 546, 576, 580 and Kamapuua, 334, 336, 338, 342, 354. and Kanilolou, 534. and Kapiolani, 576. and Lihau, 534. and Namakaeha, 508 and Paao, 656
Peleioholani, king of Oahu, 172, 174
Pelekumulani, abductor of husband of Pele, 524 incidents relating to, 332, 334, 336, 340, 342, 346, 354–56, 508, 518, 524, 526, 534, 536, 546, 572, 574, 576, 578, 580.
Pelekunu, chiefs of Molokai, 496.
Peleleu, fleet of large canoes, 470, 690.
Perrottetia sandwicensis (olomea), 640.
Pi-a, a measure in house building, 644.
Piauwai, battle of, 218
Pig’s ear, cutting of as king’s mark, 52
Pihana, warrior chief of Oahu, 474, 476 and Kalaikupule, 474 and Kalaimoku, 476
Pihehe foretells death of Namakaeha, 508, 510.
Piihonua, Hilo, home of Ku, 192, 256.
Namakaeha sacrificed on altar at, 476.
Piikea, Princess of Hana and wife of Umi, 176, 178, 250, 604.
Piilana and Laieloheikawai, 176.
Piimaiwaa, warrior of Umi and Keawenuiaumi, 178, 180, 376, 378, 380, 604. legend of, 376.
Piko, cutting (in house building), 646.
Pikoi, weapon, 54, 500.
Pilali, gum of the kukui-tree, 636.
Pili grass (Heteropogon contortus), as thatch, 640, 644–46.
Pioholowai, land named for, 216.
Piper methysticum (awa), the intoxicating plant of Polynesia, 606. [xv]
Pipturus albidus (Mamaki), 284, 636.
Playthings, 222, 234–236
Poalima (Friday), king’s service day, 708
Poe, company or large body of men, 460
Pohakea, place near Ewa, 188, 192
Pohakuawahinemauna, visited by Hina, 540
Pohakueaea, 148, 286
Pohuehue vines, 390
Pokai (mother of Namakaokaao) 274, 276
Pokai, place in Oahu, 168, 170, 210, 252
Poki, in Waimea, 222
Pokii, Kauai, temple at, 168
Pole, method of carrying burdens on a, 314
Polihale, site of a famous temple, 62
Pololu (spear), made from koaie wood, 150
Polypodium keraudreniana (akolea), 686.
Pomaikai, hala trees at, 250.
Poo, story of, 528–532.
Pooamoho in Halemano, Aikanaka’s army at, 238.
Popolo and fleas, as food, 700.
Potato culture, method of, 662–64. prayers for fruitful fields of, 662–64–66.
