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KAILANI

“ A ll the ladies are getting ready at Bethany’s,” Stitch said over the phone.

“Great,” Kailani said looking down at herself standing at the bulk plant. She was dressed in the company’s coveralls and had spent the day in the yard prepping containers and scavenging containers.

Bethany opened the door when Kailani rang the bell. “Kailani, you made it,” she smiled.

Kailani froze, Bethany was blind, assuming it was a propane smell that gave her away. “Sorry, I thought I scrubbed well enough.”

“It’s not propane, Kailani. You smell like plumeria.”

“Oh,” Kailani was honestly surprised.

“Everybody else is in the main room,” Bethany motioned as Kailani shut the door.