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273 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1998
"There's some Nungas heading this way," he said. "A big mob of 'em."
Everybody looked up.
Usually the Nungas came into town, got their supplies and left again. But sometimes a mob would walk all the way from the Point. I'd heard them talking in the front bar about the good old days, about huge brawls down the jetty, Nungas against Goonyas. But I'd never been in one. I wouldn't want to, either. Those Nungas were tough, much tougher than us.
"Where are they?"
"They're coming down the main street."
"How many?"
"Dunno. Fifteen, twenty, a lot."
"What is it?" said Cathy, sitting up.
"Boongs," said Pickles.
"Abos," said one of the Maccas. "Coming up here. A tribe of 'em."
"Are they allowed up here?" said Cathy.
"Yeah, of course they are," I said.
"They shouldn't be, said Pickles. "It's our jetty, not theirs."
"Bloody oath," said Deano.
I could see them now, at the start of the jetty. They were mucking around with the ropes that went out to the dinghies.
"If they touch our dinghy," said Pickles, "I'm gunna go get the old man." [pp.190-191]
The Point was not a big chance in the Tidy Towns competition, I can assure you of that. Not even in Section B. The streets weren't sealed and there were hardly any trees. Most of the houses were fibro, but there were a few brick ones as well.
I kept thinking. But that's not right, something's wrong.
Then I realised what it was. The houses all had doors and windows. And according to the front bar the first thing Nungas do when they move into a new house is rip the doors off their hinges and smash all the windows.
So that was the image I had in my head. No doors. No windows. Well, not any more. [p.222]