Chapter Twelve
“Eat up, son. We’ll go home after dinner,” Bodie told Jas as the child faced a sumptuous dinner in the guest dining room. Jas felt like a prince with his grown up chair and his china cup and saucer. Bodie engaged Logan in a conversation about the beef herd which roamed the mountain, feigning interest as his stepfather talked statistics, a twinkle in his grey eyes as he made it deliberately boring.
“Everything ok, Jas?” Hana asked her grandson quietly, noticing the sad set of his lips.
“I miss my kindergarten dreadfully,” he replied and her brow creased at the sorrow in his voice.”
“Eat your dinner, Jas,” Bodie interrupted, drawing breath before attempting to reroute Logan onto politics. Jas sighed and tucked into his food.
“I hate school. Everyone at kindy loved my stor
