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. “I

Really?

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

“No idea.”

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 the work

it, presses in with the heel of both hands, then lifts and slaps it down again with

raises brows at me

in my hands, “James, I was

He speaks through clenched teeth. “What can I do

there’s anything you need delivering

to the parties concerned.” Lifting the dough once more, he spins it, slams it down, then leans in, kneading hard with

bread, Mr Alexanders. Always a good

a smile. “You’re right. My apologies.

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

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

round, he raises eyes ceilingward.

“Why? What’s she doing?”

Rude to her mother too, which is what

“What triggered it?”

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

“You’re going to

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