ur friend Janet, who lives just around the bend with Andrew, my old childhood friend from Kaitaia, roared up to Lush Places in Andrew’s ute. The ute is enormous. Janet is tiny. She looks as ethereal as a pretty butterfly. Looks deceive. She, like the ute, is as strong as a stevedore. She can shoot a gun and an arrow; she swims in the river – in winter; she rides her
