Chapter 31
Jack and Hana conspired over a cup of tea back at the hotel. Leslie sat with them, understanding nothing of Hana’s hand movements. The old woman held the baby and watched as Hana revived her dormant skill. “How’d youse learn that?” she demanded.
“My mother was deaf,” Hana replied, between signs.
“Well! Who knew!” Leslie exclaimed.
Slamming doors and loud male voices sent Leslie scurrying to the window. She stood on tiptoe and peered through the glass. Her chins wobbled as she provided a running commentary. “Them boys is back,” she hissed. She shot a sly glance at Hana. “It don’t look good, Miss. Your tāne’s wiping his hands on his jeans.”
“Why?” Hana rose and Jack gripped her forearm with a sudden movement. His brow furrowed and she forced herself to sit and finish their co
