CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Pure Du RoseRain clouds scudded across the sky and occasional showers made the beach scene less appealing. Phoenix stopped complaining as soon as the rain began. The waiters changed out of their white shirts one at a time, only two returning with black jackets buttoned up to the neck. Hana tried to distinguish between them, finding differing features when she stared hard enough. One had a nose slightly kinked, the other a mole near his lip. She gave them unflattering names in her head to remind her and force her tired brain to function. Mole found a battered game of Scrabble in the drawer of a sideboard and set it up on a rug in front of the wide windows for the children. Nose found an English dictionary in another room which upped the stakes from words like ‘sit’ and ‘
