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.”

shifts from one foot to

Really?

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

“No idea.”

counter-top, sending a small cloud of flour billowing. To one side, Scruffy sits, nose aimed upwards. To the

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

at me

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

speaks through clenched teeth. “What can

if there’s anything you

needed to the parties concerned.” Lifting the dough once more, he spins it, slams it down,

“That should make excellent bread, Mr Alexanders. Always a good choice when you

him, then cracks a smile. “You’re right. My apologies.

bread than pastry. Or people.” File in hand

Michael follows him, returning a minute

round, he raises

“Why? What’s she doing?”

her mother too, which is

“What triggered it?”

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 her get away with

up. “You’re going to punish

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