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.”

the kitchen, sir.” Ross shifts from

Really?

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. “What’s going

“No idea.”

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 but at eye-level with

hands, then lifts and slaps it down again with what looks

raises brows at

hands, “James, I was

through clenched teeth. “What can I do for

wants to know if there’s anything you need delivering

to the parties concerned.” Lifting the dough once

make excellent bread, Mr Alexanders. Always a good choice when you want

at him, then cracks a smile. “You’re right. My apologies. Ross. I was sounding off

File in hand

returning a minute later. “What’s

the dough into a round, he

“Why? What’s she doing?”

Rude to me. Rude to her mother

“What triggered it?”

Exorcist impression over her. Fountained about a gallon of her lunch back over Charlotte’s brand-new outfit… It was unfortunate, but her reaction was off the scale.

“You’re going

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