The room took shape, the cupboards and walls blending with the rimu floor as though old friends. Even the metal bench tops seemed to fit. The yellow light from the single bulb bounced off each surface and the house settled with a sense of relief at finally experiencing love. The ceiling proved the worst job of all and the men took turns, interchanging in silence when they suffered neck ache. Every surface received a coat of paint and some of the luckier ones, two.
Around ten o’clock, Logan looked at his watch. “I need to make tracks to the Gordonton house,” he said, his body language showing reluctance. He glanced at Bodie’s rigid back and shrugged at receiving neither thanks nor argument. Hana followed him out onto the porch.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with Bo,” she said, the apology wh
