Big Red

“I’d thought he had found the jacket in a linen cupboard at home in Te Kūiti. It was in a polythene sack full of winter clothes that one of my mother’s well-meaning friends had given to us. Among the thicket of bush socks, duffel coat as black as a dog and sticky woollen jumpers, there was the jacket ready to be hoisted like a flag.

In fact that wasn’t the case.”