Chapter 22
“Have you got interview clothes for tomorrow?” Hana asked Tama as he stood in the lounge and pulled his tatty jeans up.
“Er...na...yeah...na.” Tama muttered, using that dreadful Kiwi phrase which was more of a non-answer.
“Well, do you or don’t you?” Hana asked, pouting.
“Na,” he said and shook his head.
“So why didn’t you say that!” Hana grumbled.
“I did!” he replied, his head shooting up and his face full of indignation.
Hana sighed and tutted as she fitted Phoenix into a coat, ready to go out. “Well, you’ll need to look smart or they won’t employ you,” she said, seeing the dawning realisation in Tama’s eyes.
“Oh, no!” he exclaimed, staring down at the holes in the knees of his jeans. “What will I do?”
An hour later and Hana dragged the young man along the mall, yanki
