Red Sky Over Hawaii by Sara Ackerman
English | 2020 | Historical Fiction | ePUB | 2.8 MB
Inspired by real places and events of WWII, Red Sky Over Hawaii immerses the reader in a time of American history full of suspicion and peril in this lush and poignant novel about the indisputable power of doing the right thing against the odds.
The attack on Pearl Harbor changes everything for Lana Hitchcock. Arriving home on the Big Island too late to reconcile with her estranged father, she is left alone to untangle the clues of his legacy, which lead to a secret property tucked away in the remote rain forest of Kilauea volcano. When the government starts taking away neighbors as suspected sympathizers, Lana shelters two young German girls, a Japanese fisherman and his son. As tensions escalate, they are forced into hiding-only to discover the hideaway house is not what they expected.
When a detainment camp is established nearby, Lana struggles to keep the secrets of those in her care. Trust could have dangerous consequences. As their lives weave together, Lana begins to understand the true meaning of family and how the bonds of love carry us through the worst times.
She said a silent prayer to the goose god. Now would be a good time to start honking and hissing again. Please! Lowry walked around to the back, keeping a wide distance. Sailor had sat down earlier when she realized she wasn’t getting out and continued a low-pitched whine, but now she stood up and glared at the man.
“What’s under the tarp?” Lowry said.
“Supplies. Food, clothing, blankets and some gardening supplies. We’re going to work on planting more edibles.”
“Mind showing me?” he said.
He struck her as the kind of man who once he got on the scent of something, would follow it to the ends of the earth. It seemed at that very moment the sky around them condensed, turning four shades darker and making it hard to see one’s own feet. She was trying to figure out which side of the tarp to pull up when Coco climbed out and started wailing. As if on cue, the geese started up again and Sailor turned her snout to the sky and let out a gut-splitting howl.
“Auntie, if we don’t go now, I’m gonna wet my pants,” she sobbed. While she had hardly allowed herself to be touched by Lana earlier, she now wrapped her arms around Lana’s waist and pressed her face into the side of her chest.
Lana pulled her in and smoothed her hair. To Lowry, she said, “Forgive us, since the attack, she’s been having night terrors and a bad case of nerves.”
Amid all the commotion Lana thought she heard another cough. If they didn’t get out of there soon, the men would surely uncover the extra cargo, and who knew what would happen then. Lana felt the weight of the impossible promise she’d made to Mrs. Wagner, the girls’ mother. Of course she had said yes—what else could she have said? But with so many unknowns, the yes was as good as a lie.
She let annoyance creep into her voice. “Fellas, please just let us pass,” Lana said. “It should be obvious we are no danger, and once we get home, we’ll stay put. I can promise you that.”
Smith shrugged and glanced at Lowry. “What do you think, Skip?”
Coco was now tugging at Lana’s arm, trying to pull her toward the open door.
Lana gave it her last shot. “Our tarp is tied down to keep our belongings dry, and if I open it, everything will get wet.”
Lowry threw his cigarette stub down and stepped on it. She thought he was going to demand to inspect what they had in the truck bed, but instead he said, “You ladies need an escort?”