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 the other.

Really?

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.”

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

of both hands, then lifts and slaps it down again with what looks to me

raises brows at

hands, “James, I was looking

clenched teeth. “What can

know if there’s anything you need

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

Mr Alexanders. Always a good

“You’re right. My apologies. Ross. I

brows. “Better bread than pastry. Or people.” File in hand he turns for the

see you out.” Michael follows him, returning

dough into a round, he raises eyes

“Why? What’s she doing?”

me. Rude to her mother too, which

“What triggered it?”

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

chin jerks up. “You’re going to punish

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