The other day I left a comment on Gigi’s blog telling her that one of the things I love about living in Hawaii is never closing the windows. I really meant that. Mostly what comes through our windows is fresh air and the sweet scent of Plumeria or Mock Orange Blossoms. Occasionally something less appealing assaults us, like a booming stereo in a passing car (minor and brief), or an argument issuing from a neighbors home. They are also usually brief, but they are not always minor.
Today I heard the boy across the street whining. I recognized the tone of his voice, but not his words. His mother’s voice came clearly, “After you finish your homework.”
More whining followed and again the mother responded. “After you finish your homework.”
The kid yelled, “My show will be over by then!”
This time the mother’s answer was too low for me to understand, but I heard the child’s response loud and clear. “I hate you! You’re stupid!”
The father answered sharply, “Don’t speak to your mother like that!”
The boy yelled back, “Why not? You do!”
Then somebody female yelled, “Yes!” I think it was the mother, but it could have been the daughter. I hope it wasn’t me. I know I was thinking it. I also know it’s been real quiet over there ever since.