Hana met Jas and Amy at the Bramwell hospital the next day. Jas carried a dried blob of waxy, grey looking paper and Amy looked apologetic. “It’s a horse,” she told Hana. “He wants to give it to Alfred.”
“Great-gramps!” Jas corrected her, his eyes wild. “It’s not for you, Poppa Logan,” Jas informed him and Logan nodded with relief. “It’s for him.” He jabbed a finger at Alfred.
“Wow.” Alfred took the blob and peered at it. “What is it?”
“A horse.” Three people answered at once.
“It’s got five legs,” Alfred said, holding it up to the light.
“It’s a boy one.” Jas put his hands on his hips. “That’s his thing.”
Alfred’s jaw dropped and Logan snorted. He clamped a hand over his stomach and groaned in pain. Jas glared at him. “Everyone’s got one.” His eyebrows narrowed in doubt and he point
