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"No, I’ note "You read for yourself what kind of ot more experience with humans and their frailties, would be better equipped to deal with the likes of Mr Bennett"
"Oh, fiddlesticks!" Goodness cried
"We can do it," Mercy contended with considerably ht have warranted
"We all know Gabriel did this on purpose," Goodness said Apparently she hadn’t been fooled, either "He assu’s ure it’s hopeless and slink back to the choir Well, I, for one, have no intention of spending another Christs out over the fields of Bethlehem To be so close to earth and yet so far…"
Mercy giggled but appeared to be in full agreement "Come on, Shirley, this is our one and only chance to return to earth Okay, so you’re right Greg Bennett isn’t exactly a believer in God’s love, but God does love him Heaven knows he needs help"
Shirley was adaive him"
"Don’t be such a pessi else, we can steer hiht direction"
"San Francisco," Mercy said, tapping her cheek "There are ships in San Francisco, aren’t there?"
Shirley could already see trouble brewing "You’ve got to promise to stay away from the shipyard," she said heatedly It’d taken them years to live dohat had happened at the Breton state The news crew that covered the repositioning of two aircraft carriersdirectly to heaven, ith all the attention the incident had received
"Okay, I promise, no shipyard," Mercy said Shirley was appeased until she thought she saw her fellow angel wink at Goodness Oh,to be some Christmas On the other hand…
"Where are you headed?" Goodness called out when Shirley broke away
"I’ back to tell Gabriel we’ll take the job Just don’t reed to this"
"Would we do that?" Mercy asked, the picture of angelic innocence
Shirley had a very good reason for feeling skeptical, but an even better reason for tackling this stint on earth She wanted out of the choir as much as her two friends did A human, even one who happened to haveto stop her
"Hi, Dad!" Michael Thorpe bounded enthusiastically into the hospital clinic, his eyes sparkling
Dr Edward Thorpe looked up froht of his son His wife, Janice, five etic boy
The six-year-old raced into his ar his own healthy happy son was exactly what he needed Much of his ster, Tanner Westley, as ten and suffering froist who specialized in childhood cancers; his work had recently garnered the interest of the San Francisco Herald Just today, a reporter had interviewed hient need for bone-raph of Tanner Most members of the public didn’t seem to understand that they had the opportunity to save lives by testing to becoe was a sily worded plea for bone-marrow donors to help children such as Tanner
The reporter felt the tienerous with their time and money over the Christ about sub," his wife said
"Is it lunchtime already?" With the interview and Tanner Westley’s additional tests, his lanced at her watch "Actually, we’re late"
"Mo" Michael rolled his eyes as if to say how much that had bored hi was so he had in common with his son
"Can you still join us for lunch?" Janice asked
Noas Edward’s turn to glance at his watch "If you don’tin the cafeteria" He needed to be within a fewa new chemotherapy session today
"We can eat in the cafeteria, can’t we, Moed at his mother’s arm "Their ice-cream machine is way cool"
"Okay--I’ood-naturedly as the three of them headed toward the elevator
"Why are we here?" Goodness deh "You know I don’t like hospitals"
"I didn’t bring us here Shirley did"
"Would you two stop it?" Shirley sighed in exasperation Goodness and Mercy were enough to try the patience of a saint, let alone another angel "That’s Greg Bennett’s son"
"Which one?"
"The cancer specialist," Shirley said, thinking it should have been obvious
"You ht" It was Gabriel who’d directed her to the hospital, but she hadn’t told the others that As far as she was concerned, they would receive information strictly on a need-to-know basis It was safer that way