Tama shrugged. “Can I stay with you for now? I’ll talk to Uncle Logan and then go back to the hotel. Jack lets me use his guest room and I can work for free while I sort out the fire brigade stuff.”
“You know Alfred lives with Jack now, don’t you?” Hana asked. “Will that be a problem for you?”
Tama shook his head and thought about his family tree. It resembled a case of bindweed. He gave a soulless laugh. “Do you mean Alfred who started out as my great uncle, before getting promoted to a grandfather because my uncle is really my father? That Alfred?”
Hana sighed and nodded. “Yeah.”
“Na, it’s okay.” Tama reached across and captured Hana’s writhing fingers in his left hand. “Alfred’s cool with everything, even though his son’s an idiot.”
“I’m sorry Tama,” Hana said, clasping her fingers
