Chapter 39
The following Sunday afternoon, Hana stood in her dining room and surveyed her home of many years. It looked sad and empty, her possessions stacked in boxes around the room. All week she had flitted between work and two homes, running herself ragged in the process. Her phone rang and she retrieved it from the counter and answered.
“You packed yet?” Bodie sounded jovial and Hana smiled.
“Sort of,” she replied, hedging.
“That’s a no then.” He laughed and Hana shook her head, realising he couldn’t see her.
“It’s an almost. I’ve finished the kitchen, dining room and lounge. I’ve stacked the boxes but can’t get them down the stairs to the garage. The other bedrooms only contained furniture and that’s all dismantled and downstairs. It’s just my room now and I’m doing that next.”
