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.”

think you’ll find him in the kitchen, sir.” Ross shifts from one foot to

Really?

cuss-words leads us right to him. And as Ross and I come

“No idea.”

he slams down some doughy mass on the counter-top, sending a small cloud of flour billowing. To one side, Scruffy sits, nose aimed upwards. To the other side: Bear, also sitting but at eye-level with the work

of both hands, then lifts and slaps it down again

raises brows at

hands, “James, I was

He speaks through clenched teeth. “What can I

to know if there’s

he says after a moment. “I’ve emailed everything that’s needed to the parties concerned.” Lifting the dough once more, he spins it, slams it down, then leans in,

very straight. “That should make excellent bread, Mr Alexanders. Always

him, then cracks a smile. “You’re right.

“Better bread than pastry. Or people.” File in hand he

him, returning

round, he raises eyes ceilingward.

“Why? What’s she doing?”

Snappy. Rude to me. Rude to her

“What triggered it?”

her Exorcist impression over her. Fountained about a gallon of her lunch back over Charlotte’s brand-new outfit…

chin jerks up. “You’re going to punish

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