Chapter 11
The aroma of unwashed boyhood wafted in mists around the main building before dispersing itself into the clear Waikato sky. Doors were propped open to encourage the scent’s exit while birds twittered unconcerned from the huge oak trees lining Maui Street. During lessons the school appeared deserted, the silence punctuated by the occasional hum of voices or scrape of a chair.
Hana deemed it a safe time for a person of below average height to venture into the corridor and avoid the crowd of unpredictable males. Armed with a stack of prospectuses for the brochure racks, she opened the back door of the office and poked her face through the gap. “I’m going to the life skills classroom,” she informed Pete. When he didn’t answer, Hana bounced a poster off the back of his head. “Did y
