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.”

him in the kitchen, sir.” Ross shifts from one foot to the other. “I didn’t

Really?

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.

“No idea.”

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 the other

then lifts and slaps it down again with what looks to me

raises brows at

in my hands, “James, I

“What

there’s

stares into 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

Alexanders. Always a good choice when you want to work

right. My apologies. Ross. I was sounding off

flashes brows. “Better bread than pastry. Or people.” File in hand he

follows him, returning a minute

into a round, he raises eyes ceilingward.

“Why? What’s she doing?”

Rude to her

“What triggered it?”

lunch back over Charlotte’s brand-new outfit… It was unfortunate,

chin jerks up. “You’re going to

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