"Mirif, a bit late, isn’t she?"

Central Park at the Academy, during a free period in the morning.

Usually, on days when I meet with Mirif, I wait for her here, but today she hadn’t shown up at all. Thinking back on all the times she’d been the one waiting for me—often arriving well before I did—it felt unusually out of character.

Wondering if perhaps something unavoidable had delayed her, I waited for thirty minutes, but she still didn’t appear at our meeting spot. Naturally, doubts began to surface in my mind.

"Maybe her priestly duties are keeping her busy…?"