Alex cast a critical eye over the rose garden at her parents’ house. Her mother had called a few days earlier, concerned with the condition of one or two of the rose bushes. As it was now mid-June, it was time to give them a prune while at the same time she could give them a health check. This was as good a time as any given Jack was away at a week-long school camp, so she and Blake had loaded up the car and made the crossing to Auckland on the vehicular ferry with a plan to stay for a couple of days. “What do you think?” her mother asked, “Is there a problem?” “Well,” Alex said, taking a step into the garden bed, “These two do look a little less than happy but as you know, I’m not an expert on roses. I’m going to prune them all and I have a tonic for roses I can apply.” “After that?”

