Robert Gjoeb woke up on the couch, threw off the blanket and shuffled to the doorway in the dark. He flicked on the dining room light and looked at the time. Pen and paper in hand, he headed for the toilet.
\nThen he returned to make a cup of coffee.
\nAfter that he sat on the deck and smoked a cigarette.
\nThe estuary was a mystery buried in motorway lights. A mid point between mud and heaven.
\nAuckland. Third windiest city in the world if Marco was right. Marco was a yachtie. He should know.
\nA cat sidled up to his feet.
\n\u201cHello,\u201d it said.
\nThe other side of the world.
\nBut here it was too dark to read, the light switches were upside down, and the wind had died.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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