“Oops,” Marcus laughed. “I’m not used to your car. I keep wiping the windows when I think I’m indicating. I just washed the windscreen instead of flashing Bodie.”
“Don’t flash anyone in my car.” Hana sighed and watched her new investment slip in and out of view. Her car bit into the gravel and propelled up the slope just as Brian promised. She watched as Bodie almost lost his exhaust pipe.
“Wow, that’s stunning!” Rounding the final bend, Marcus admired the old villa on its green hill, backed by the beautiful Hakarimata Ranges. Hills and valleys surrounded it until the outline of Ngaruawahia poked up in the distance. A shiny new roof perched atop the house like a hat; navy blue with matching pipe work. The villa occupied its section with latent pride, like a dog finally adopted from the p
