CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Raranga Harakeke - Flax WeavingThe break lasted half an hour and the women mulled over everything from the state of the economy to the fundraising at the primary school. Nobody mentioned Kane Du Rose and the subject seemed to hang over them and suck the oxygen from the atmosphere. The promised storm arrived, unleashing its anger on the small house and shrouding it in greyness and gloom. A dull headache ticked in the back of Hana’s brain as the air pressure decreased. Electric lights fizzed in response to the storm moving overhead. The women restricted their conversation to matters relating to flax and curiosity made Hana prod the elephant in the room and break her silence. “The casket you made for Kane looked beautiful.”
Kora’s head bobbed up and down as though sprin
