CHAPTER 52

I arrived at the park and scanned around for any sign of an older Asian lady who fit the mental picture I had of Miranda in my head. Asian. Average looking with kind eyes. Some bunch of kids ran to me until I was surrounded and the littlest one handed me a large strawberry and chocolate ice cream cone. I collected the ice cream while smiling and holding a puzzled look. Another one handed me a bunch of colourful happy face balloons. The littlest one pointed in the direction of an ice cream truck and a woman sitting beside the truck waved a free hand at me, the exact type of my balloons in her hand. Miranda. She smiled at me from the distance and I smiled back. She was just as I had imagined. Kind looking. Her hair was long and brown and she looked youthful for her age. "Hello, Ari. Please seat." Her accent sounded stronger than on the phone as she pointed to the bench she was sitting on. I sat and my smile did not waver. Unlike other women her age whom I had dealt with before, Miran