Das it!

Our very last days together on Kauai were easy. There was only one couple left to serve. All the others had gone home.

An unlikely pair, he a southerner with a drawl, and she an Italian. They introduced themselves as "Paul and Francesca who is 5 weeks pregnant," and she proudly rubbed her tummy. He referred to her from then on as, "The Little Mother." And she called herself, the "Pregnant Woman." Like it gave her certain powers. Or excuses.

Their stay in the Pent House was their last fling before parenthood. They laughed a lot together, and wanted to see as much of the island as they could, took daily walks rain or shine, and seemed to enjoy the new card game we taught them one evening. They wanted to play it after breakfast. Well, why not? No one else was there to be served. Dishes could wait.

Conversation was easy and discussion of their faith was pleasant. After Bob asked the blessing one morning, I noticed that they "crossed themselves." So, we asked them to teach us how, and what it means. I wondered if they would mind if we read the Gospel at breakfast? It was the Hawaiian Pidgin-English version called, "Matthew Talk Bout Jesus." We read aloud the Lord's Prayer. Instead of ending with "Amen" it ends with, "Das it!" From then on, Paul would end his sentences with that exclamation. You should have heard Francesca's Italian version of Pidgin-English Hawaiian.

We heard that Francesca became a US Citizen that summer, and the day after New Year's their son Anthony was born.

Das it!