instructing him to wait until after he set sail for home so he wouldn’t risk any awkward confrontations with the doctors. After that, David had just one thing left to do. He threw on a nice suit, washed his hands of ink, strolled over to the Central Union Church in Honolulu, and slipped his freshly scrubbed palm around the cold handle of Jane Stanford’s coffin. He took a deep breath and braced his quads for the task of serving as one of her pallbearers.
LOL
