Her first week had flown by, and she’d enjoyed every minute of it. Well, almost. David had tried to make it as uncomfortable as possible, but she wasn’t going to let him win. She watched Hanna pack, dutifully listening as her friend listed the same things over and over. “And he hates carrots,” Hanna continued. “So if you must give him them, mix it with something else.” “OK.” “And he won’t sleep without the penguin. And he still gets real bad colic and can cry for hours and throw up after a feed.” Eden stifled a grin. “Han, I’ve been looking after him almost a week now. I know about the penguin, and the duck in the bath, and how to hide the carrots, and the mobile and music he likes. I’ll move his cot into my room. He’ll be fine. I also have your phone number, pager number, hotel number…” She winked. “The doctor’s number. And I even know how to call the emergency services if I need them.” “I’m sorry,” Hanna said, her hands pausing as she lifted another woolen sweater into the case.
What do You think about Daffodils In March (2016)?
