Holidays

Uffie’s flash new car is already there. No one calls her Te Awhina any more. Koro was probably the last one.

“Mu,” Uffie says, looking down from the deck. “Sleep through your alarm?”

I don’t let her see it bothers me. I know I’m late, she knows I’m late.

I shade my eyes to look up at her. “Lawns could do with a mow, I reckon.”

“You think that’s bad.”

I take the steps, looking out over the water. It’s so easy to imagine living here. Every day I’d walk out and talk to the lake.