“Night duty, babe,” he said apologetically. “Did you forget? I’m just doing some marking in my free period before I go over.”
Hana nodded and tried not to look so upset, holding on to the thought of her knitting. “How’s the marking going?” she asked and Logan shook his head.
“Hopeless, Tama keeps making me laugh.”
Tama snorted and Hana looked from one to the other, feeling exasperated. Logan stroked his daughter’s forehead and sat back at the table. “Oh, no, listen to this one,” he said to an eager Tama, including Hana in his audience. “Question: Which way do Muslims face when praying?”
“Ooh, I know this one,” Tama said. “East towards Mecca.” He looked pleased with himself until Logan shook his head and read the boy’s answer.
“Answer: F...f....f.”
Hana looked at her husband, a quizzi
