Chapter Twenty-Three - James
Breakfast…
My extended, if slightly eccentric family gathers around the table…
Noise and chatter.
What will we all be doing?
Plans…
Happenings…
Mitch and Beth exchanging notes on clothes: for adults, for infants, for toddlers…
Charlotte attacking her customary gargantuan meal with her customary gusto…
I consider her plate…
Bacon, eggs, sausages, tomatoes, mushrooms…
Pregnant…
Scooping mixed berries into a bowl, I set it by her with the yoghurt pot. Mouth full, she flashes eyebrows and a smile at me.
Klempner…
Poached eggs… Three…
His daily habit, grown almost a holy ritual by now.
Michael crunches on toast, swilling it down with orange juice. “Mitch, Larry, I was thinking. Where you're living, by the stables. It was originally meant to be my off
