Chapter Eight
The rain eased off mid-morning and Mark drove Hana and Phoenix up to the memorial site in Jack’s old red Jeep. “It’s not fair,” Hana moaned for the tenth time. “How long do I have to wait until I can drive again?”
“Until you’ve been checked out by your specialist and he’s happy with your progress,” Mark replied patiently. “And I’m not saying it again!”
“What if my specialist turns out to be a woman? You said, ‘he’ so what if it’s a woman?”
“It won’t be,” Mark’s patience began to fray. “Most of the cardio surgeons in this region are men.”
“Well, that’s just sexist,” Hana complained and Mark raised his eyes to a crack in the top of the windscreen, glad the journey was almost over.
The new driveway forked a few kilometres in and went off left to Logan’s new house at the to
