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The Harbour: Chapter 2
The egg slid from its pan and joined two strips of bacon atop the pile of toast. Wiri slapped another slice on top before he realised -
“Almost forgot the magic ingredient.”
Joel slid the sauce bottle across the breakfast counter, pulled up a stool next to him and eyed his own plate.
“Pretty flash, if I do say so myself.”
They bumped cans and chugged gulps of soda. Wiri burped, content.
“Nothing like a good feed after a day of mother nature whipping your butt.”
Joel nodded, mouth full.
It was alway so good to get back to the harbour, Wiri thought. To be home. He and Joel always slipped back into sixteen years worth of shared history as though the terms apart never happened.
“When’re you picking up Sam?” Joel said.
“Leave six A.M. for the airport, then back for a whole day of family stuff. Hopefully Mum won’t pull too many Bridezilla moves.”
“Good luck. Tell Sam he owes me a rematch.”
“Yup. If we can escape tomorrow, let’s catch up and play some racks.”
It had been three years since his uncle had last been home, but the wedding was the perfect excuse to get everyone back together.
The veranda’s outer door banged. There was the rustle of wet weather gear, then Joel’s grandfather appeared at the front door.
Wiri thought the crow’s feet around Todd’s eyes were etched a little deeper than usual, his face drawn under its deepwater tan.
“Evening, fellas. How’re the waves?”
“Caught some good ones,” Joel said.
“No…
