Chapter Eleven
The dining room door opened with a bang and Hana’s grandson, Jas tore into the room. Phoenix gave a high-pitched squeal of excitement as she clapped eyes on her five-year-old nephew. She gabbled something in gibberish and tipped forwards and back in her high chair. “Hanny!” yelled the little tousle-haired, part-Indian child, “I saw a real Action Man!” He waved an action figure doll in his right arm and Hana realised he probably saw David on his way out with Tama. “I need to see him,” Jas continued, still shouting as though Hana was deaf. “I need to ask him about...” he looked around him, covering his mouth with his hand and whispering. Hana leaned forward to hear, treated to a cheek full of whispery spray. “I wanna ask him ‘bout the secret mission. He’s been on a con-vert o
