When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

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Miranda grinned, standing her ground. “No way. You two look just alike with that face now.”

She held up the small figurine and gave it a playful wiggle, which made Paul laugh.

“Well, maybe not quite so much anymore.

In the end, Paul took the gift and thanked her.

“Don’t mention it. The light’s green,” Miranda said.

A BOLEIN

When Miranda got home, it was well past midnight. She’d made sure the house was spotless before she left. She’d even arranged for a cleaning service to come through before she got back.

It looked so immaculate that no one would have guessed she’d been gone for

days.

She took a shower and then collapsed onto her plush bed, sa

ing the lingering fragrance of her body wash. She closed her eyes, feeling content.

She thought home was always the coziest place no matter where she went.

Meanwhile, Paul was still awake.

His experiment was wrapping up its first phase, leaving him buried in work. Even finding time to head to the airport had been a struggle. He planned to shower, change his clothes, and head back to the lab.

As he was putting on his shoes in the foyer, he glanced up and saw the small figurine Miranda had given him. After coming home, he’d set it on a shelf above the shoe rack, in a spot cleared just for it, while the other shelves were packed with books.

He couldn’t help but smile. It really did look quite a bit like him.

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open her window and saw

after 8:00 am, and the neighborhood kids were already out in groups, building snowmen on the street below. Their laughter blended with the calls of street vendors, creating

groceries, she noticed a row of snowmen of all shapes and sizes neatly lined up. The largest one caught her

to press a small carrot from her basket onto its face as a nose. Stepping back, she admired her handiwork with a satisfied

butchered beef at the farmers‘ market was fresh and reasonably priced. Miranda picked up some lean minced beef to make spicy beef tacos. The rest

at the door and quickly took off her apron to

Bonnie Hatcher, her neighbor from the third floor. Bonnie greeted her with a warm smile, her eyes crinkling

days ago. We made some

lived alone, Bonnie had always made a

for her.

the good news. She thanked her and then turned to get some of the castella cake and

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surprised and tried to refuse. “Oh, you didn’t have to do that. I didn’t bring the cupcakes with the expectation of anything

I’ve been trying out. They’re not really a gift or anything. I just wanted you to try them and see if

decided to accept Miranda’s

Jefferson, is usually in and out all day. I’ve knocked a few times, but he’s

drop off some chicken soup at

daughter–in–law, so she headed back

stared blankly at the cupcakes in her hands. If her memory served her right, Paul wasn’t really a fan of

pr Paul snapped his umbrella shut giving * e quick shots to dislodge the crowflakes clinging to it.

of complications. Even he was feeling a bit worn out from trying

spirit grew stronger as the year wound down, filling

sleep in days. But today, the experiment’s data had finally been adjusted to safe levels. With

as he was about to turn the door

him. The once–dim corridor was suddenly filled with light, and Miranda’s voice, as comfting as a

from the third floor just became a grandmother. She brought over some cupcakes this afternoon. I have your share with me. Give me a moment, and

took a moment to catch up. It wasn’t until she handed him a small wicker basket, filled with dainty cupcakes and a thermos of homemade beef and

took him a moment before he finally managed to say, in a quiet, raspy voice,” Thank

draft swept through the hallway, making Miranda shiver slightly. “I warmed up the soup. Make sure you eat it while it’s hot. I’ll close the