Who’s that dancing with my mother?

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  • Published 20090901
  • ISBN: 9781921520761
  • Extent: 264 pp
  • Paperback (234 x 153mm)

WE WERE LIVING in Napier at the time. My father pulled the keys down from the hook in the kitchen and my mother asked where he was headed.

‘Up the coast,’ he said, and my mother went on slicing the ends off the beans for the meal she now knew he wouldn’t be around to eat.

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