Historical Fiction by Michael G. Malaghan

Historical Fiction – “Picture Bride, A Family Saga”

HISTORICAL FICTION By Michael G. Malaghan Chapter 120 “Lies! Lies! Lies!” Grace Fortescue screamed, slamming the Hawaii Hochi down on the sofa. “Mama, what is it?” Thalia cried, running into the living room from the kitchen. Her mother was visiting that afternoon. Neither woman could stand the other, which was why Grace had rented her....
Historical Fiction by Michael G. Malaghan

Historical Fiction – “Picture Bride, A Family Saga”

HISTORICAL FICTION By Michael G. Malaghan Chapter 121 Mosquito Flats. Taka stood next to its edge, looking at the piles of trash piled high against the unpainted back concrete wall of the Nippon Theater at the corner of ‘A‘ala and Beretania Streets. So different from the movie theater’s regal front entrance. A rat too big....
Historical Fiction by Michael G. Malaghan

Historical Fiction – “Picture Bride, A Family Saga”

HISTORICAL FICTION By Michael G. Malaghan Chapter 124 Sunday brunch at the Takayama home that February was a dismal affair, with no one more disappointed than Haru. She believed in the promise of America, and now this. “What did I tell you about the whites?” said Hiromi. “The killing of a nonwhite by four whites....
Historical Fiction by Michael G. Malaghan

Historical Fiction – “Picture Bride, A Family Saga”

HISTORICAL FICTION By Michael G. Malaghan Chapter 126 April 7, 1932, the first day of the murder trial, dawned with soft breezes pushing puffs of cotton clouds over Honolulu Harbor’s silky blue waters. Four blocks inland, Taka signed in at the courtroom he had gotten to know so well from last year’s rape trial. He....
Historical Fiction by Michael G. Malaghan

Historical Fiction – “Picture Bride, A Family Saga”

HISTORICAL FICTION By Michael G. Malaghan Chapter 130 A full moon was rising into the embers of the sunset when Taka returned to the Hochi. He walked to his desk, rolled a sheet of paper into the typewriter and began striking the keys. The Governor Had No Choice By Takeshi Takayama Four murderers walked free....
Book Cover titled 'Picture Bride' by Mike Malaghan

Historical Fiction – “Picture Bride, A Family Saga”

HISTORICAL FICTION By Michael G. Malaghan Chapter 132 As his mother napped, Taka’s nervous knees climbed the stairs of the University of Hawai‘i’s main administration building. In his sweaty hands he held a letter, more an invitation, or a summons. Charles Hemenway, the president of the university’s board of regents, had sent Taka a letter....
Historical Fiction by Michael G. Malaghan

Historical Fiction – “Picture Bride, A Family Saga”

HISTORICAL FICTION By Michael G. Malaghan Chapter 127 Taka and Pafko witnessed the same trial, but their columns would have had you believe otherwise. Prosecution Proves its Case By Takeshi Takayama Despite the brilliantly clever defense by the renowned Clarence Darrow and tear-filled testimony by alleged assault victim Thalia Massie, the defense failed to make....
Historical Fiction by Michael G. Malaghan

Historical Fiction – “Picture Bride, A Family Saga”

HISTORICAL FICTION By Michael G. Malaghan Chapter 139 Kenta and Haru returned home to find the entire family gathered there. Unable to face the crowd, Haru headed for the stairway. “I need a bath,” she said, scurrying up the steps. A ball of calico fur bounced up the stairs in pursuit. Kenta put on his....
Historical Fiction by Michael G. Malaghan

Historical Fiction – “Picture Bride, A Family Saga”

HISTORICAL FICTION By Michael G. Malaghan Chapter 134 Across town, Haru’s eldest son Takeshi sat quietly in the back of the Throne Room in ‘Iolani Palace, scribbling notes as the Hawaiian Statehood Committee wrapped up its meeting. Seven United States senators and 12 members of the U.S. House of Representatives were reading their final remarks....
Historical Fiction by Michael G. Malaghan

Historical Fiction – “Picture Bride, A Family Saga”

HISTORICAL FICTION By Michael G. Malaghan Chapter 138 A late-March rain-drenching front finally moved on. The return of the sun enticed Kenta’s class of one to move to the backyard picnic table. “Don’t think of algebra as some kind of spooky math,” said Kenta, trying to ignore the swell of his pupil’s breasts. “When you....

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