Hana reached up and put her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly and wishing she could do something to take his pain away. “I’d love to adopt you,” she said quietly, “but I think you’re too old. For what it’s worth, we do think of you as ours.”
Tama nodded and kissed the top of Hana’s head. “I know, Ma,” he replied, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt so loved. It makes me feel safe. Kind of...invincible.”
Hana shook her head, fearfully. “No, not invincible, love. Invincible Tama is a scary prospect and I don’t want to rescue you from any more stupid situations.”
He laughed and waved the roll of plastic wrap at her, accidentally poking her in the face. She slapped him on the arm and then rolled him into his unusual shroud. Hana couldn’t find any masking tape at the last minute so used a
