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 one foot to the other. “I

Really?

indeed in 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

“No idea.”

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,

hands, then lifts and slaps it

brows at me and

my life in my hands, “James, I

clenched teeth. “What can

if there’s anything you need delivering to

pauses, 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

bread, Mr Alexanders. Always a good choice when

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

pastry. Or people.” File in hand

him, returning

dough into a round, he

“Why? What’s she doing?”

me. Rude to her mother too, which is what really

“What triggered it?”

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

chin jerks up. “You’re going to punish

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