Chapter 4
“What am I talking about?” Hannah couldn’t have been more confused. She’d just told him exactly what she was talking about. Nathaniel wasn’t doing much to help. It almost seemed like he wasn’t interested, so she asked, “Do you really want this?”
He lurched forward like he hadn’t heard her properly. “Do I want what?”
“What have we just been talking about?”
“I have no idea!” Nathaniel cried, tossing his hands in the air and letting them fall on his knees. “Please, Banana, please explain to me what we’ve just been talking about. I would love to know.”
Suddenly, Hannah felt very tired. She wanted to sit somewhere comfy, or maybe lie down, but the only seats in the kitchen were the low-backed bar stools by the breakfast counter.
She lifted herself into one and sighed. “
