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.”

from one foot to the other.

Really?

him. And as Ross and I come down the hall from one direction, Michael is approaching from the

“No idea.”

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

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

at me and

in my hands,

“What can I

know if there’s anything you need delivering to

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

bread, Mr Alexanders. Always a good choice when you

“You’re right. My apologies. Ross.

pastry. Or people.” File in hand

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

the dough into a round, he raises eyes ceilingward. “Charlotte

“Why? What’s she doing?”

Snappy. Rude to me. Rude to her mother too, which

“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. I’m not letting

jerks up. “You’re going

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