"A young teenager / trouble maker / too smart for his own good lad visited my house.
You know the sort, Pasifika, talks himself into trouble almost as fast as he talks him self out of it. Of, rather, umm, questionable character and morals. Tatoo’d thinks of himself as hard as nails. Physical incarnation of the Pakeha’s every negative stereotype of young Maori.
The other kids had “Boy” playing on the XBox.
I was outside the group watching.
An unusual soft look came on his face.
He was saying “Boy’s” dialogue, word for word.
All of it."