Masters And Lovers 1-4

Chapter 46

Michael

I don’t much feel like breakfast, but for the sake of form, I join Mitch, James and Charlotte in the kitchen, downing a coffee, then pouring another.

James is on his usual ‘toast and coffee only’ breakfast. Mitch works her way through yoghurt and muesli, eating tidily and sipping at a cup of peppermint tea.

Charlotte’s standing on tip-toe, rummaging at the top shelf of the store cupboard. James stands, walks across. “What are you looking for?”

“Pickled onions.”

“You don’t like pickled onions.”

“I felt like one sliced up on my sandwich.”

I’ve already seen the other items laid out on the worktop for Charlotte’s ‘sandwich’, along with the expression flitting across James’ face as he saw them too.

Hmmm…

But he snakes up a long arm to the top shelf and takes down a jar.

In some fascination we sit, watching Charlotte assemble a peanut butter, avocado and pickled onion sandwich, on crusty bread cut thick enough to use as a draught excluder. In a final flourish, she scrapes brown sauce over one hefty slice then joins us at the table with her creation.

James passes her a carving knife. “That’s breakfast is it?”

“Ah-ha. I felt like a change.” She raises a hand to her mouth, then pauses, looking between me and James. “Oh, sorry. Did you want one too?”

“No, thanks.”

“Not for me.”

Mitch reaches, lifts the lid of the sandwich, inspects the contents, then lays it down again. “It was ice cream on toast with me.” She finishes her tea.

James shudders. Charlotte’s eyes widen. “Hey, that sounds good.” She turns to him. “Do we have any ice cream?”

fetch you some across from

She bites into

to Mitch. “How long can

was about the first three

of the Baskervilles. “No morning sickness at all?” I

bite, chews… and pauses. “Um,

the kitchen at speed. A minute

was me

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Richard

over a swathe of land marked out on the City Project plans. “So that’s the permissions all in place now on

start work on the

the groundwork on E-site. I’m expecting next week for that. Then we can roll

James shifts mugs, paperweights and a stapler

a breath. “I

pour two brandies, keeping them small; we both have to drive; then wave him to a seat by the window, the City spread out below us. “You know, I

fingers, swirling the glass. He doesn’t drink, just inhales the aroma. “Is that just for the

up here. My father helped to build it. I’m carrying on

this

a

Don’t get carried away…

change the

Michael now?

inhales again, sips. “Some days are better than others, but if anything,

“Is he sleeping?”

or so, then he’s up again. And when he does sleep, he’s doing it by himself in one of

at the carpet. “Taking the trip to Charlotte’s old home helped. He came alive again for that, but once we got back here, he slumped back into depression. He needs something to kick him out of it permanently and I

Is this the time?

shift in my

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