Chapter Ten
First thing on Tuesday, Logan made the journey to Rangiriri, to the French style restaurant owned by his cousin. Periodically the two men looked at the accounts together, deciding on the direction the eatery should take to remain profitable during the current recession. Alex always greeted his maternal cousin fondly, a childhood friendship stretching with confidence through the years. He was outside before Logan cut the engine, wrenching the Honda’s door open and embracing him in a hongi. The men pressed noses and kept eye contact, their Māori genealogy calling to each other. Logan clapped Alex on the back and smiled. “You’re losing your puppy fat, bro.”
“Yeah, bro. Now you’re married my wife’s lookin’ at me more. I gotta look the part.” Alex held the door open and indicated
