Chapter Eighteen
“Who died?”
“No idea.”
“Bodie said we were going up to Culver’s Cottage!” Hana complained as Logan swung onto Amy’s driveway. Tama cruised in behind them and between the two vehicles, there was no room for anyone else to park.
“Well, Bodie doesn’t make the decisions about this family, I do. So stop making problems and get in there.”
“You’re not telling me anything! Why won’t you tell me who died?”
“Because I don’t know, Hana. And we’re staying here for tonight.”
“But...” Hana began again and then wisely looked at her husband’s angry face. She would get her own way but might have to wait. She stepped out of the car as Tama opened the door for her, muttering under her breath, “Fine, I’ll just wait until you’re not looking then,” in a bolshie-teenage-sing-song-voice.
