Phoenix woke up at midday and enjoyed her mother’s cooking. “Try to keep it in your mouth, Phoe,” Hana complained as the child poked it in and out with her tongue. She sat in Jas’ booster chair, wedged against the table. There was an awkward moment as Phoenix sneezed with a mouthful of brown stuff. “Thanks,” Hana groaned as she picked the bits out of her fringe. Phoenix ate the lot and Hana praised her. “You’re so different to Izzie and Bo,” she said. “They were picky and difficult, but you’re just like your daddy. I think you’ll be tall, like him.”
The child’s eyes widened with excitement as she searched the room for her father, disappointed when he didn’t appear.
Hana relented and fed Phoenix a chocolate pudding. The baby ate half and then did a giant burp which shook the kitchen. Then
