At the edge of Temuka the road is blocked by three bales of hay, a black flag, and the last two O'Shanessy kids, who take turns holding the rifle their cousin brought back from the Somme. Outsiders get sent back to the city; Maoris are told to keep to Arowhenua pa, on the other side of the creek we dive in to wash the sickness away.
When Queenie got the cramps we took her to the small house at the back of the marae, and laid her out on clean sheets, and fetched a bucket of creekwater, and cooled her stomach and hips, and washed the mushrooms under her arms. The younger kids giggled beside the bed, expecting another baby cousin. First her fingernails then her hands turned black; her breasts swelled, popped their nipples, and dribbled blue-black milk. We couldn't straighten her arms in the coffin, so we folded them across her chest. She looked like she was diving into herself.