Chapter 24
Logan attended a departmental meeting and arrived home just before the boarding house sounded the dinner bell. Hana tried to make up for her earlier behaviour by wearing a racy, light summer dress and piling up her hair. She made a special effort with her attitude and sported a tight smile.
Tama played a game on his phone in his underpants, sprawled face down on the defiled rug in the lounge. Hana eyed both offending tousled objects and wondered which she should throw out first, the rug or the boy. “I’m ready,” she said with enthusiasm, holding up a baby who for once didn’t wear a sleep suit but a cute sailor dress. Phoenix’s bare legs and feet retracted up it, making her look like a floating white flower.
“Cool,” Logan replied, appraising Hana with his eyes. His pupils dilat
