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

Really?

Ross and I come down the hall from one direction, Michael is approaching from the other. He jerks his head at

“No idea.”

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

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

brows at me and I

my hands,

clenched teeth. “What can I do

to know if there’s anything

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

excellent bread, Mr Alexanders. Always a good choice when you

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

than pastry. Or people.” File in hand he turns for

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

a round, he raises eyes ceilingward.

“Why? What’s she doing?”

Rude to her mother too, which is

“What triggered it?”

gallon of her lunch back over Charlotte’s brand-new outfit…

“You’re going

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