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.”

Ross shifts from one foot to the

Really?

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 other. He jerks his head at the kitchen door. “What’s going

“No idea.”

James’ back is turned to us. Jacket hanging over the back of a chair, shirt sleeves 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

heel of both hands, then lifts and slaps it down again

brows at

life in my hands, “James,

speaks through clenched teeth. “What can I do

to know if there’s anything you need delivering

says after a moment. “I’ve emailed everything that’s needed to the parties concerned.” Lifting the

bread, Mr Alexanders. Always a good

“You’re right. My apologies. Ross. I was

File in hand he turns for

returning

dough into a round, he

“Why? What’s she doing?”

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

“What triggered it?”

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

up. “You’re going to punish

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