“Tama taught her to do that,” Hana sighed. “i***t boy.”
“Want me to take it apart?” Bobby asked and Hana wondered whether he meant with a screw driver or his fists. The latter looked probable.
“No, thanks. She can just sleep with me,” Hana said, feeling apologetic. “Look, we’ll be fine. You both go back now.”
Darkness shrouded them as Leslie hugged Hana on the front porch. Bobby chased his cowboy boots around the floor for a moment and then pressed his lips to Hana’s forehead with revealing tenderness. Leslie’s face was comical as it registered shock and then understanding. Hana knew where the old woman’s brain ran with it, but was too exhausted to reassure her.
They left Hana to her torturous thoughts and went their respective ways with hearts separately laden with misgiving.
“Hana?”
