Chapter 30
A knock on the front door heralded a lady from Marcus’ church. She let herself in and Hana started in surprise. The octogenarian bustled into the kitchen and flicked the oven switch on at the wall. White haired and stooped, she surveyed the washed crockery stacked on the draining board and her mouth turned down in a pout. “I came to do the washing up,” she said, turning to face Marcus. “But somebody already did it.”
Marcus held his arm out wide to indicate Hana. “Meet the mother-in-law,” he said.
The woman gave a curt nod and retreated to the hallway. Hana watched as she hefted a covered basket onto the table. Marcus rose to help her, receiving a slap on the hand as he tried to peek beneath the floral covering. “You know that’s my absolute favourite, don’t you Mrs McLaughlin?
