Richard

Despite everything, everything that’s happened, everything that might happen…

… Despite the feeling of waiting…

…. What’s Klempner doing?

?

Who knows?

Hickman?

I suppose he’d tell us if he thought there was a problem…

… life feels almost normal. I could work at the office, but with Elizabeth due any time now, I prefer to work here.

“Ross, could you deliver these back to Francis, please. I’ve emailed the scanned documents, but she needs my original signatures on some of them.”

“Yes, sir.” He takes the files. “Is there anything for Mr Alexanders?”

“James? I’m not sure. Let’s go ask him.”

from one foot to the other. “I didn’t like to disturb

Really?

it. A trail of banging and cuss-words leads us right to him. And as Ross and I come down the hall from one direction, Michael is approaching from the other. He jerks his head at the kitchen door.

“No idea.”

and be-aproned, he slams down some doughy mass on the counter-top, sending a small cloud of flour billowing. To one side, Scruffy

turns it, presses in with the heel of both hands, then lifts and slaps it down again with what looks to

raises brows at

life in my hands, “James,

“What can I do for

wants to know if there’s anything you need delivering to

Lifting the dough once more, he spins it, slams it down, then leans in, kneading hard

make excellent bread, Mr Alexanders. Always a good choice

cracks a smile. “You’re right. My apologies. Ross.

than pastry. Or people.” File in hand

Michael follows him, returning a

a round,

“Why? What’s she doing?”

me. Rude to her mother

“What triggered it?”

her lunch back over Charlotte’s brand-new outfit… It was unfortunate, but her reaction was

“You’re

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