Chapter Seventeen - James
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Chapter Seventeen - James
Later, when it’s quiet, I talk with Richard. “I wonder if we might have a problem? Or a problem coming at least.”
“Perhaps… You’re not doubting his intentions or motives?”
“No, not at all. He genuinely wanted Mitch, the baby, the life that goes with all of that. But it's hard being a parent, even when you’re cut out for it. And Klempner’s lived a life of almost ceaseless work and activity. Even if you don’t like what he was doing, it was his work. His purpose.”
Richard smiles slightly. “I agree. You don’t want a man like that getting bored. I considered this myself, when you told me he was coming back from Brazil.”
“The devil finds work…”
“Exactly. It’s been several months now. When he first returned, he was still convalescing from imprisonment and extended starvation. James, he’s recovered. And he has far too much energy to risk him having to look for an outlet. Klempner’s… What? Mid to late fifties? He’s not ready for carpet slippers and the Labrador by the fire.”
“So, what do we do about him?”
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