Chapter 37
“Oh, let me take my little moko,” Leslie cooed as Hana struggled through the front doors of the hotel carrying a sleeping Phoenix. She went easily to Alfred’s wife and snuggled into the voluptuous neck with a sigh.
“I wanted to see Will,” Hana said, not wanting to get caught upstairs in the apartment right then.
“Yes, yes, you go on. Come up when you’re done and we’ll have a snack.”
“Nack,” Phoenix said, popping her head up immediately interested. Her drooping eyes and tousled hair smacked of a child that should still be sleeping.
Hana thanked Leslie and burst through the museum doors, making far too much noise for the serenity of the place. An elderly couple, examining a glass case containing postcards and personal letters, jumped in fright and Will glared at her. Hana bit
