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.”

kitchen, sir.” Ross shifts from one foot to the other.

Really?

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

“No idea.”

James’ back is turned to us. Jacket hanging over the back of a chair, shirt sleeves rolled up, and be-aproned, 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

presses in with the heel of both hands, then lifts and

brows at

hands, “James, I was looking for

clenched teeth. “What can I do for you,

there’s anything you need

emailed everything that’s needed to the parties concerned.” Lifting

Alexanders. Always a good choice when you want to

right. My apologies.

brows. “Better bread than pastry. Or people.” File in

you out.” Michael follows him, returning a minute later.

dough into a round,

“Why? What’s she doing?”

to me. Rude to her mother too, which

“What triggered it?”

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

jerks up. “You’re going

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