“What - Action Man? Crying?” Hana asked blankly and Bodie tutted with impatience.
“No! Jas,” he laughed.
Hana concentrated on the background noises and heard Jas’ hysterical voice in the distance. His little voice wailed something about the ‘emergency room’ and Amy’s raised voice told him, “No!”
Hana bit her lip and stifled a snort, wanting to ask her son why he allowed history to repeat itself but tactfully refraining.
“S’up Mum?” Bodie asked, sounding keen to avoid going back to help Amy.
“Nothing,” she lied, “I wondered how you all were.”
“Same as the last time you saw me,” he chortled. “Overworked, underpaid and messing up everything I touch.”
“Don’t say that,” Hana soothed, dropping into mummy-mode. “You’re doing great.”
“Yeah, about that, Mum. Izzie ripped my head off after t
