“That’s beautiful,” the elderly lady behind the counter remarked and Hana smiled.
“Yes, I’ve got a pattern for a matinee coat which would suit this colour.”
“Wonderful,” the woman remarked, peeking into the pram. “You got some needles, dear?”
Hana nodded, looking forward to Logan’s next night duty when she could knit, instead of dreading it. “That was productive,” she said happily to the sleeping baby, setting off for home. On the bridge her phone rang and she stopped and fished it out of her pocket, sticking a finger in one ear so she could hear against the traffic. She gathered it was Amy but couldn’t understand what she was saying. “Sorry love,” Hana shouted into the phone. “I can’t hear you. Could you text me and I’ll call you back when I’m off the bridge. It’s too noisy here. I’ll
