Keoni

Keoni didn't look like his parents. His mother was so white she'd blister hanging out the wash. His father's face was as red as a tomato. Keoni was a husky kid with a baby face and an olive complexion. If he spent time in the sun, he just got darker. Keoni could polish off a dozen malasadas in five minutes and Ben said that proved he had Portuguese blood. Keoni seemed more sophisticated than my other clazzmates. He discovered a secret path through the kuku weeds from the rectory over to the convent.
"The nuns and priests do it," Keoni said.
"Do what?" I asked.
"The birds and the bumble bees." 
Keoni had started out one grade ahead of Ben and now was in my clazz. The nuns had flunked him twice for failing math. He'd started out one grade ahead of Ben and now was one grade behind. When I left Star of the Sea for Punahou School, he was close to flunking a third time.