Chapter 7
“Get your own house in order, girlie!” Will had said, calling the words as Hana high-tailed it out of the museum door. He was right. She had problems of her own right now.
Hana finally located Leslie in her upstairs apartment, teaching Phoenix Māori words and drawing pictures for her on a scrap of paper with ancient crayons. “She’s quick!” the old lady beamed at Hana. “She might be just a babe, but she knows what’s what, my moko.”
Phoenix appeared to be pushing the crayons around the paper, producing random squiggles and lines, but obviously Leslie saw some hidden meaning in it all. “Te ngeru,” Phoenix said with confidence, jabbing at the paper with her stubby brown crayon. She did a funny victory dance on feet which were clad in blue woolly tights and then she settled again.
