Mrs. Doubtfire

Miranda’s eyes shifted in confusion. What exactly had played before her? “The whole time?” she asked.

Daniel’s nose poked through the torn silicone mask. His face came into a slow focus; a bashful smile touched his lips.

“The whole time?” she asked again.   Her eyes took in the enormity of the events unfolding before her.  Did her soon-to-be ex-husband really disguise himself as an elderly matron?  Had he passed himself off as a nanny for the past few weeks?  The truth sank.  Her eyes narrowed to thin daggers which her forehead swallowed.  “The whole time?” she spat through gritted teeth.

 

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