Chapter Twenty
Weymouth Bit“Hey Bo.” Hana yanked the bread from the toaster and dumped it onto a plate. Edin’s racket stalled as she studied the movement. She ditched the spoon and hauled Horsey from her lap, positioning his muzzle so he could view Hana over the tabletop with his mismatched button eyes.
“Mum?” Bodie paused, as though waiting for something. “How are you?”
“Yeah, good. We’re going into the bush with Leslie this morning to collect leaves for her balm. Did it work on Hope’s eczema?”
“Yes, thanks. We’re keen for some more once it’s brewed or cooked, or whatever she does with it.”
“She boils it in a rice cooker.” Hana put the phone on speaker and the sound altered, gaining a tinny, disjointedness. She spread butter onto the toast and frowned across at Edin. “Jam? Peanut but
