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

Really?

trail of banging and cuss-words leads us right to him. And as Ross and I

“No idea.”

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

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

raises brows at me and I

my life in my hands, “James, I was looking for

clenched teeth. “What can I do

here wants to know if there’s

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

should make excellent bread, Mr Alexanders. Always a good choice when you want to work off

a smile. “You’re right. My apologies.

Or people.” File in

returning a minute later. “What’s griping you,

round, he raises

“Why? What’s she doing?”

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

“What triggered it?”

of her lunch back over Charlotte’s brand-new outfit… It was unfortunate, but her reaction was off the scale. I’m not letting her get away with

up. “You’re going to punish

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