They walked back through town together. At the bakery door Nicole paused, flour dusting her fingertips against the glass. Behind the counter the scones on display looked comforting and patient. Nicole realized that welcoming Destiny didn’t mean unraveling the structure she’d built. It meant making room at the table, setting another cup of tea, and letting the rhythms of ordinary life expand to include an old comet who had learned, at last, how to orbit slowly.