His cut fastball tends to break bats.

The wind gusted through, shivering me, so that my waterlogged brogans were like ice against my feet.

During a church service at Kawaiaha‘o, she once walked to the rear of the church, lay on her back, and called a native Hawaiian boy of about eight years old over to her, commanding him to lomilomi her abdomen with his feet.

In the corner by the door is a faucet with a basin beneath it, and beyond this what Chic Sale would call a family one-holer.