Chapter 38
Hana gaped at her husband, but still noticed Alfred’s sigh of relief as he sank back into his chair.
“Bloody hell!” Leslie exhaled and Phoenix went into a paroxysm of indignation.
“Om er! Om er, naughty Nonie. Not wearin’, vewy bad!” The child’s face reddened in horror and Hana beckoned to her.
“Come sit on Mama’s knee, baby. Nonie didn’t mean it. Come here.”
The little girl slithered from her chair and padded across, holding out her arms to Hana. Once settled on her mother’s knee, she humphed in satisfaction and pushed her spoon into Hana’s food. With a sly look at the adults, she popped a piece of succulent beef into her mouth and chewed happily with her baby teeth, her eyes closed in appreciation. Leslie smiled fondly and shook her head at Hana, evidently thrilled that o
