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“We need to turn back,” the C-40A Clipper jet continued to roar aloft.
“Why, Miranda?” Mike leaned close to her.
“Because,” she pointed back out the window, “I just saw the same hat I forgot to take.”
“I can get you a new hat, Miranda.”
“You don’t need to. My hat is on my mantle at home. I forgot it there.”
“Then we don’t need to turn back.”
Miranda opened her mouth, then closed it again. It was one of those strange circular conversations she always had such a challenging time finding her way out of.
She tried again.
“Mike, we need to turn back.”
“For a hat?”
“Yes, for Holly’s hat.”
“But you said it’s on your mantle at home.”
“Mine is.”
“Then why—”
“Because I just saw Holly’s hat down there.”
“You mean like this one?” Mike tapped the bill of his own hat.
“No. That’s
