“Thank goodness you’re back!” Evie Douglas wrapped Hana in a relieved embrace. “Pete’s useless. He flicked every enquiry on to the guidance counsellors. Last week he sent a lost parent to Paul for directions to the main reception. He had to leave a crying boy to point them in the right direction.”
Hana squashed the sense of dismay bubbling in her chest. She adopted a professional expression and nodded. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m back now. Once I’ve found my keyboard, I’ll log into your calendar and sort it all out.”
Evie glanced at the pile on Hana’s desk and nodded, patting her shoulder with understanding. “Okay. I’ll leave you to it.” She left in a hail of perfume and hair spray and Hana’s stomach reacted.
As Hana sifted and filed outstanding correspondence, Sheila emerged from her o
