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Chapter 7 — Hawaii (book except from The Life of A Jewish Stripper)
He must have known and felt that he was losing me because he started talking about Hawaii and how beautiful it was and again how cool it would be to raise a family there. And once again when he really wanted something, he found a way to do it. He found a way to save money for plane tickets to Hawaii and made plans where we would stay. One thing I knew by now in my life well was moving and once again I let him put fantasies in my head. Beautiful dreams that were never realized.
The excitement of just going to Hawaii was buzzing in my head. “Everything could be different there” I told myself. San Francisco though beautiful was often cold, damp and rainy. We stepped off the plane in Hawaii and the heat immediately warmed me. They put a Lei around my neck and the smell of beautiful orchids and other flowers enveloped me. The hotel he found for us had a bar with a pool table and I was now a decent pool player because he loved to play, and I learned to play. Just about every bar in San Francisco and Hawaii had a pool table. And the hotel also had small roof top pool with some lounge chairs.
