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 foot to the other. “I didn’t

Really?

not too much 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

“No idea.”

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 side: Bear,

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

at me

my life in my hands, “James, I

through clenched teeth. “What can I do

if there’s anything

Lifting the dough once more, he spins it, slams it

face is very straight. “That should make excellent bread, Mr Alexanders. Always a

right. My apologies. Ross.

Or people.” File in hand

out.” Michael follows him, returning

dough into a round, he raises eyes

“Why? What’s she doing?”

Snappy. Rude to me. Rude to her mother too, which

“What triggered it?”

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

jerks up. “You’re

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