Chapter 21
Hana parked at the staff units, struggling to squeeze the Honda between Tama’s ute and a smart saloon. She retrieved the shopping bags from the back seat and set them on the steps, pleased with how fast she’d managed her errand without Phoenix and her paraphernalia.
The front door opened without her turning the key. “Tama!” she screamed. A bag tipped over and pasta spewed far and wide. Navigating the mess, Hana barrelled into the small lobby, a jumbo packet of toilet rolls clutched in her arms. Her jaw dropped at the sight of Anka leaping up from her new sofa.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Anka’s lips moved, but Hana became distracted by the pert breasts spilling over the top of a hastily fastened b*a. Dropping the toilet rolls, she pointed at Anka’s knickers draped over the televi
