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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY
Robert had used the same hotel for previous meetings where neutrality was needed and the Thursday morning meeting was held in the same room.Four investors. Serious people. Those with a long history in the renewable infrastructure space who knew the difference between companies talking about purpose and companies building on purpose. The meeting had been planned three weeks before by Marcus and Robert had taken the time to prepare for it, as he was accustomed to doing when he knew that the others had prepared.It went well.Better than well. Robert's presentation was straightforward, honest and specific, and the investors reacted to the honesty as serious investors do when they see it and they got very focused.Marcus plan of expanding the renewable infrastructure was right on the money. The Adeyemi portfolio gave the backing and the community investment history gave the credibility and Robert gave an idea of what the infrastructure would be for beyond the monetary returns.Two of the
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-NINE
The toys appeared gradually.Not all at once. Not by a single choice or purchase. They all came out one at a time and appeared on corners and surfaces and in the places that Robert did not know were appropriate for toys.A soft rabbit on the kitchen island which had strayed from the nursery as Clara had looked for it at breakfast and could not find it. Coffee table book. A few rings of color on the floor of the living room, bathed in morning light, and Clara was happy and Robert did not want to disturb her.The penthouse was now another person's space too.It was on Thursday morning, he noticed it. He was at the island with his coffee and his reports and Clara was in her chair between the island and the table doing her morning thing. Caring for all things around her as she did for the world, with a very serious tone. Then he lifted his eyes from his report and surveyed the room, and saw the toys in their corners and the board book on the coffee table and the rings on the floor and kne
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-EIGHT
Clara uttered her first word Tuesday morning.Robert was at the kitchen island sipping his coffee and reading his reports. Roxanne was sitting at the desk with her computer. Clara had been put in the chair between the island and the table so they could see each other in the chair at all times without having to turn in an awkward direction.Clara had been in the chair for 20 minutes, doing what she did in the chair. Looking at everything. Forming opinions. Sometimes exchanging information via a sound or a gesture that Robert was reasonably good at interpreting and Roxanne was fluent in.It was the morning as usual. Coffee. Reports. The city outside is starting Tuesday. There is a quietness of two people working in one room, who know and understand that the third person was also present in that room.Then Clara said it.It wasn't the clear word of a movie. It was the muddy approximate version of a word that a baby makes when she's been working on the word for a while and has decided tod
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-SEVEN
Dave and Priya's wedding was on a Saturday in September.It was a garden just outside the city. Not the same garden where Robert and Roxanne were married. A different one. It was a thing Priya had heard about from one of her associates and on a Tuesday afternoon she took Dave there and he just looked at the garden for like 90 seconds and he said yes because the garden was right and when a thing was right, then Dave knew it and didn't need it to be reiterated.Forty people. Those who are supposed to be there. Those that are supposed to be there. That's a word that had been on Dave's mind from the start and it had been that word in all the conversations that followed about the guests. Not the ones that they were expecting. Not the professionally appropriate person. The individuals who should be present.The way Dave had stood seven months ago, they stood side by side, Robert by Dave at the front of the garden. He was not asked, he had done it on his own accord. Dave would not have had t
HAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-SIX
Three months afterwards Robert was standing at the window of his office.The city below was carrying on its business. The particularity of early spring coming without making any promises. Mornings and afternoons cold. The light different from winter. Longer. Moving deeper into the day before giving way.Two hours he had been in the office. Clara was with Roxanne. They had made a rhythm in the months since Clara had come, not so much a schedule as a person that adjusted itself to the needs of each week. There were mornings when Robert was at home till nine. On other nights he would even walk out of the office at five. There were days when Roxanne took Clara to work and sat at the small meeting room with her laptop and Clara in the carry set that Roxanne had decided was the right one after reading about one-third of the books that Robert had read and made a better decision.It was eight thirty when Dave knocked and entered.He was sitting on the other side of the desk.He gazed at Rober
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-FIVE
A few weeks on the penthouse was different in the particular sense that spaces become different as a new person enters them.Not dramatically rearranged. Subtly occupied. It was a small chair in the corner of the living room, which had not previously existed. To the sound in the morning there was a particular quality. The specific beat of a family that had already introduced someone and was discovering what that would take.On a Sunday morning, Robert was making a breakfast.The light reached in through the windows at the angle at which it reached in during winter. Keep warm out of the cold. The city beneath the penthouse was pliant at this time of the day. There was a certain quality in Sunday mornings. Slower. The specific convenience of a city which had promised to make a day of it.Roxanne was in the kitchen table where she always sat during the mornings. Her laptop open. One of the proposals that she was going through on behalf of her business. Moving slowly and cautiously as she
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