Debated about whether to blog about this, but, I look at the blog as something I’ll look at years from now, and well, this will definitely be on the “Highlights of Hawaii trip” top ten list.
1 am Tuesday morning. Dead asleep. Hotel phone rings…now, having the phone ring in the middle of the night isn’t exactly unusual right now; I’ve gotten a few calls from people back east who don’t realize I’m here at 4-5 am, but, 1 am, on the hotel phone, that’s not good.
“Mr. Hutsell? This is security….can you meet us at the front door of the villa?”
Stumble out of bed, get some clothes on, go to the front door. Wonder what the hell is going on; wonder if something is wrong with the car. Notice two important things on the way to the door.
1) The sofa bed, which the last time I saw it, had Kevin in it….is empty.
2) The front door to the villa is cracked open; the security bolt (which we had latched) is now used as a wedge to prop the door open.
Get to the door, open it, find the two security guards who ask “Is this your son?”. They report they found Kevin wandering the grounds, and his answers to them weren’t consistent, and they brought him back to us.
I had initially pinned Kevin as “sleepwalking”…I guess I’m more gullible than my beautiful wife, who went directly to “snuck out”. And, after some interrogation, Kevin admitted to sneaking out, because he couldn’t sleep and wanted to check things out. Still not sure why he decided that lying to security was the way to go, and his lies weren’t very good. Security reports that Kevin wasn’t doing anything ‘wrong’…and they only stepped in because minors shouldn’t be wandering the grounds at 1 am.
The last few days have been full of references by Mom and Dad to the ‘incident’….”now Kevin…make sure to STAY IN THE ROOM tonight”….
