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.”

in the kitchen, sir.” Ross shifts from

Really?

the kitchen. There’s not too much doubt of 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

“No idea.”

and be-aproned, he slams down some doughy mass on the counter-top,

dough, turns it, presses in with the heel of both hands, then lifts and slaps it

at me

my life in my hands,

“What can I

there’s anything you need delivering

stares into space… “No,” 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, kneading hard with the heel

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

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

File in hand he turns

Michael follows him, returning a minute later. “What’s griping

into a round, he raises eyes ceilingward.

“Why? What’s she doing?”

to her mother too, which is

“What triggered it?”

her lunch back over Charlotte’s brand-new outfit…

chin jerks up. “You’re going

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