The kitchen window rattled in its frame as a ferocious winter wind charged down the street, the sort of wind that blew umbrellas inside out. Emma glanced out on the off chance of spotting that happening, but the only person she could see was a woman hurrying along in a kimono and a hat.
Emma pulled away from the window and drew her cardigan about her chest. With nothing to do, she tiptoed upstairs to the second bedroom and gazed down with loving eyes at her sleeping baby Irene snug in her cot. Gladys, having tired herself out on the rampage all morning, was sleeping as well, lying flat on her belly on her bed. It was a moment of blessed peace. Then Emma heard singing, followed by a shout and footsteps shuffling along the hall downstairs. She thought Yu Yan would appear at any moment.
She
