Saturday Afternoon by Jo Friday Wiki appeared suddenly, out of a clear blue sky. Bare legs swung over the edge of the verandah roof, then Wiki himself arrived, plopping down beside Hinemoa, all of a heap. ‘Tena koe,’ he said, grinning and hauling loquats out of his shirt front. ‘Hullo,’ muttered Hinemoa, embarrassed and not looking at him. She didn't like people to call in unexpectedly, so that she had to talk to them before she had sorted them out in her mind, and anyway, Wiki was a sixth former, and far too grand to go clambering over people's verandah roofs. However, she accepted a loquat. ‘Sour,’ she said, pulling a face and spitting the kernel into the flower bed below the verandah. ‘I know,’ Wiki said comfortably, ‘They are this year.’ ‘Nah,’ she disagreed. ‘It's just that you pick them too green. Where'd you get them from, anyway?’ He jerked a silent thumb at the back of the house, and she gasped. ‘Ho, Mum will tan you if she catches you.’ ‘I know,’ said Wiki, still comfortable. ‘Where's Kingi?’ ‘Chopping wood. Mr Thomas caught Kingi smoking in his cowshed, and he told Pop.’ ‘Sneaky,’ Wiki commented. He stretched in the warm sun. ‘Gee, your house is quiet.’