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Chapter 89
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 office…” Mitch’s face falls. “I
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