Chapter 18
“Please can I borrow your car, Ma?” Tama dangled the Honda’s keys in his brown fingers and chewed on his lower lip.
“What’s wrong with yours?”
“I need an automatic, it’s easier.”
“Easier for what?” Hana narrowed her eyes and a flush passed over Tama’s high cheekbones.
“Just stuff.”
“Illegal stuff?”
“No!” Tama looked a mixture of offended and relieved, as though Hana’s question inadvertently missed the issue and he was glad. “If I needed a getaway car, I wouldn’t pick a mummy mobile, would I?”
“Fine, but you can fetch some shopping for me.” Hana gave him a list and Logan’s credit card, hoping it didn’t turn out to be a huge mistake.
He left and she pottered around, sorting out her daughter and then looking through the baby’s clothes, piling up those which no longer fitte
