Hector found a picture in a magazine of a luau and there was definitely a guy playing a guitar. The outfit the guy was wearing was pretty wild. He was wearing an ordinary white shirt with a button-down collar. The sleeves were rolled up halfway. But then, instead of pants, he was wearing something that must have been a sarong, of shimmering silk, and then flip-flops. He also wore, of course, a lei of flowers. It was an unexpected combination, the oxford shirt and the sarong, but the more he looked at it, the more authentic it seemed. It looked really good, in fact. Hector had an oxford shirt. He also happened to have a sarong. Or at least he knew where to find one. “Wait a minute,” said Rowanne. “Who said you could use that?” “Will you help me tie it?” He showed Rowanne the picture in the magazine. “I have a gig at a luau,” he said. “Actually, it’s just a block party, but they’re roasting a pig.”
