Chapter 11
“I didn’t know you trained as a hairdresser.” Hana sat on a stool in the bathroom at Culver’s Cottage with a towel around her shoulders. Amy snipped away behind her with sharp scissors.
“Yep. From school until my twenties. Then I joined the police force.”
“Which do you prefer?” Hana watched Jas run around her feet with a dustpan and brush, trying to catch the hair before it fell to the floor. He giggled himself into a stupor and collapsed, his face alight with mischief.
“I’m not sure sometimes.” Amy sighed. “Hairdressing is easier when you’re a mother. More flexible.” She paused and humour laced her voice. “I sometimes wish I had my scissors in the watch house.”
Hana laughed and her hair swished across her shoulders. “I bet. Some of Bodie’s stories make me wish he’d done so
