James
I poke my head around Richard’s door. “I’m wrapping up for the day. Going for a drink with Michael and Charlotte. Want to join us?”
He slaps a file down on his desk. Whatever he was reading, it drops with a finality that suggests he’s glad of an excuse to see the back of it. “Excellent idea. Mind if I bring Elizabeth along? She’s meeting me here any time now.”
“I was hoping you would bring her. I’d like Charlotte to have a bit of R&R.”
“Good. I’ll get Ross to bring the car around. Meet you in the lobby in ten minutes.”
*****
Downstairs, I ease my weight from one foot to the other, my bad leg aching abominably.
Fucking terrible weather…
Will Spring never come?
Outside, thick fog competes with driving rain. Unreasonably the weather achieves both together.
Next to me, Charlott
