The remnants of her breakfast swirl around as we unlink arms and try to avoid the spew. I watch her as she leaves and begins to wade back towards the beach.
“Stay and wānanga with us,” Maui calls out to her.
“No, no,” she turns back to say. “I only came –“ then she stops. Turns back and keeps wading back to shore.
“I think you need to be here for you,” Maui calls.
She says nothing more. But my heart is pounding. I’ve never run after anyone in my life before. I’m usually the runner. But I am angry at this chick. I have visions of giving her a whack around the head.
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