Rich grasped Ramona's hand and led her out of the kitchen. Tim blocked Tiki from going after Rich and Ramona. They argued in Maori.
"Where's your room?" Rich said.
"There," Ramona pointed to a doorway.
Rich pulled her into the room. "Start tossing your things on the bed." Rich opened a drawer and scooped undergarments in his hands and tossed them on the bed.
Ramona began to gather clothing and tossed them in the heap on the bed.
Rich tied everything on the bed into a bundle. "One more," he said.
Rich grabbed a bundle and so did Ramona. They hurried from the house and ran to Tim's car. Tim followed as a barrier to keep Tiki from interfering. She ran to the edge of her lawn screaming obscenities and threatening to call the police.
They quickly slid into the car; Rich in the passenger's seat and Ramona in the back. Tim drove back toward the marina.
"What have you got in mind?" Tim said.
"And Ramona would likely be living with Tiki all that time," Tim said.
"I could take her to Australia," Rich said.
"They would find you and her and you'd be extradited with no hesitation," Tim said.
"What about New Caledonia?" Rich said.
"Has anybody bothered to ask me anything?" Ramona said and hung her head over the seat.
"I will not take you back there," Rich said.
"You could not drag me back there," Ramona said.
"How long would it take to sail to my father's island?" Ramona said.
"That's asking too much," Ramona said.
"It is asking me to do what I love, sail," Rich said.
"How long will it take?" Ramona said.
"Three or four weeks," Rich said.