Chapter Forty-nine
Curry CombChester preceded Hana up the stairs to Alfred and Leslie’s apartment. Hana wasn’t sure if it was fear of the unknown or of her displeasure, which kept his fingers gripped around hers. The tantalising scent of baking drove them higher, with Hilda puffing behind them.
Leslie threw open the door at the top of the stairs and Mac beamed up at her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her stomach. She grinned and dipped to kiss the top of his head. “Hot scones!” She clapped her hands and sent a cloud of floury dust spinning into the air. Phoenix coughed as she walked past, halting to give Leslie a dignified side hug. “Poppa Alfie is already at the table waiting for yous all.” She flapped her hand towards the dining area and the old man frowni
