Mirabe froze when she heard the name, "Holmes?"


    Emily nodded, then nced around the vi, "This is his ce, right?"


    Emily had this bookish elegance about her and spoke so gently, it was hard to believe she could be lying.


    Mirabe, sensing something was off, paused for a couple of seconds, then asked, "Are you sure you''re in the right ce?"


    Emily let out an "Oh," and looked at the house number, "No, it should be 101 Baker Street, right?"


    Mirabe immediately knew Emily had the wrong ce, "No, this is Cherry Blossom Lane. Baker Street is in the next row behind this one."


    Emily looked in the direction Mirabe pointed and a tinge of embarrassment crossed her face, "I''m sorry, it''s my first time here, I didn''t realize."


    Mirabe smiled and shook her head, "It''s okay, it''s easy to get lost when you''re not familiar with the area."


    "Thank you, youngdy. I''ll be on my way then," Emily wanted to say more but, not wanting to reveal too much, she just waved and left.


    Mirabe replied with a "You''re wee," then turned around, entered the password, and went into the vi.


    As Emily got into her car, she watched the young girl disappear behind the door, rubbing the steering wheel with a knowing look in her eyes.


    "Such a pretty girl with a lovely personality; no wonder she wasn''t interested in my son. If I were in her shoes, I wouldn''t be either," Emily thought to herself.


    With a final nce at the vi, Emily started the car, feeling quite pleased, and drove away.


    Mirabe walked into the dining room carrying a package just as James finished cooking. He looked up as he set down the dish, "Took you a while to fetch that package."


    Mirabe put the items on the table and didn''t hide anything, "Ran into someone who got lost at the door, had a little chat."


    "Got lost?" James narrowed his eyes.


    "Yeah, she mixed up Cherry Blossom Lane with Baker Street," Mirabe said, handing his phone back to him, "Oh, by the way, you got a call while I was out."


    James nced at his phone, saw it was Emily, and without much reaction, put it down and headed back to the kitchen.


    After dinner, thinking she might as well help out, Mirabe decided to do the dishes.


    Once all the dishes were loaded into the dishwasher, Mirabe pped her hands clean and walked out of the kitchen.


    James was busy unwrapping the package Mirabe had brought him, peeling offyers of bubble wrap.


    Mirabe nced at her watch, then walked over to him, casually looking at the dark, disassembled metal parts he was pulling out, "I should head back now, tonight..."


    Seeing the metal parts, she paused for a second, then continued naturally, "...still got work to do."


    James looked up, not seeming to notice her hesitation, and raised an eyebrow, "What kind of work could you possibly have?"


    Mirabe sighed, recalling how she identally saw a bank notification on someone''s phone earlier. The bnce on it was enough to make anyone feel small.


    "The struggles of a working stiff, you wouldn''t understand," she sighed again, waved at James, and headed to the door, "Off I go, back to the grind."