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

Really?

Ross

“No idea.”

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:

of both hands, then lifts and

brows at me and

my life in my hands, “James, I

speaks through clenched teeth. “What can I do

if there’s

“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

very straight. “That should make excellent bread, Mr Alexanders. Always a good choice when you want to work off some…

right. My apologies. Ross. I

Or people.” File in hand he turns for the door. “I’ll

follows him, returning

the dough into a round, he

“Why? What’s she doing?”

her

“What triggered it?”

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

up. “You’re going to

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