sadness that was new to her or that she usually kept well hidden.
'Lacey.' She looked up at Tristan and blinked twice.
'What's up?' he said, sitting down next to her.
She stared at him and said nothing.
'What were you just thinking about?' he asked gently.
Lacey quickly looked down at her hands, touching fingertip to fingertip, frowning. When she glanced up again, she looked as if she were staring straight through him.
He felt uneasy. 'Is something on your mind?'
'Have you been to Gregory's plot?' she asked.
'I just came from-' 'Puh-lease, don't tell me he's winging around here,' she interrupted, waving her hands dramatically. 'I mean, I know Number One Director chooses the least likely, but that's pushing it just a little too far.'
Tristan laughed, glad she was acting like herself again. 'I haven't seen a sign of Gregory,' he said.
'Everything's quiet by his grave and up on the ridge, too.'
She dropped her hands. 'You've been with Ivy.'
'I've been there, but I can't reach her,' he said. 'Neither she nor Philip sees me, and I can't get inside either of their minds. I need your help, Lacey. I guess you're tired of hearing that, but I need you now more than ever.'
She held up her hand, silencing him. 'There's something I should tell you, Tristan.'
'What?' he asked.
'I can't see you, either.'
'What!'
'All I can see is a gold shimmer,' Lacey explained, rising to her feet, 'the same thing everyone else has been seeing when they look at you.' She sighed. 'Which means either I'm a living person again… brrrt!'
She made her obnoxious TV game show buzzer sound, only it was a halfhearted effort. 'Or you're something angelic far beyond me.'
'But I don't want to be!' he protested. 'All I want to do is tell Ivy-' 'I love you,' Lacey said quickly. 'I love you.'
Tristan nodded. 'Exactly. And that I love her so much I want her to find the love she was meant for.'
Lacey turned away from Tristan.
'What can I do?' he asked.
'I dunno,' she mumbled.
He reached for her to stop her from pacing, but his hand went right through her arm.
Lacey touched her arm where he had tried to grasp it. 'You're way beyond me now,' she said. 'I can't even guess what's happening to you. Do you have any of your old powers?'
'When I came out of the darkness the last time, I had more powers than ever,' Tristan replied. 'I could project my voice like you. I could write by myself. I was strong enough to hold up Ivy and Will. Now I don't have the strength to do even simple things. How can I reach her?'
'Pray. Ask for another chance,' Lacey said, 'though reaching her one last time may take everything you have left.'
'Is that how it's supposed to end?' Tristan asked.
'I don't know any more than you do!' Lacey snapped. 'And you know how I hate to admit that,' she added in a softer voice. 'All you can do is pray and try. If-if you don't get through, I'll let her know you wanted to.
I'll deliver your message. And I'll check on her now and then-you know, give her some angelic advice.'
When Tristan didn't say anything, Lacey said, 'All right, so you don't want me giving your chick advice. I won't!'
'Please check on her,' he said, 'and give her all the advice you want. I trust you.'
'You trust me-even if I advise her on love?' Lacey said, testing him.
'Even on love,' he said, smiling.
'Not that I know anything about… love,' she said.
Tristan eyed her curiously. Then he stood up to get a closer look.
'What?' Lacey said. 'What?' She backed away from his probing light.
'That's it, isn't it?' he said with quiet wonder. 'That's what you were thinking about when I found you.
You've fallen in love! Don't deny it.
Angels shouldn't lie to each other, and neither should friends. You're in love, Lacey.'
'Better dead than never, huh?' she replied. 'And now you've got your wish, so you can go on.'
'Who is it?' Tristan asked curiously.
She didn't answer him.
'Who is it?' he persisted. 'Tell me. Maybe I can help. I know you're hurting, Lacey. I can see it. Let me help.'
'Oh, my!' Lacey walked a circle around the grave. 'Look who's orbiting in the upper realm now.'
He ignored the remark. 'Who is it? Does he know you're here for him?'
She laughed, then dropped her chin and silently shook her head.
'Look at me,' he said gently. 'I can't see your face.'
'Then we're even,' she said quietly.
'I wish I could touch you again,' Tristan told her. 'I wish I could put my arms around you. I don't want to leave you hurting like this.'
Lacey grimaced. 'That's about the only way you can leave me,' she replied softly, then looked at him with a full and steady gaze, her dark eyes shimmering with his own golden light. 'Unless…,' she said, 'unless I leave you first. Good idea, Lacey. No sighing, no crying,' she said resolutely.
Then she turned and started walking down the cemetery road.
'Lacey?' Tristan called after her.
She kept on walking.
'Lacey? Where are you going?' Tristan shouted. 'Hey, Lacey, aren't you even going to say good-bye?'
Without turning around, she raised her hand and wiggled her fingers in a bright purple wave. Then she disappeared behind the trees.
Like the windows of the sleepy town Tristan had passed through on his way back from the cemetery, like the windows of his parents' house that he had looked through one last time, every window in the big house on top of the ridge was dark. Tristan found the three girls asleep on the floor of Ivy's bedroom: Beth with her round, gentle face bathed in moonlight, Suzanne, her mass of black hair flung like shiny ribbons over her pillow, and Ivy in between her friends, safe at last.
What the girls didn't know-or at least had pretended not to notice-was that Philip had crept into Ivy's bedroom and was asleep now in her bed, his head at the lower end where he could listen to their secrets.
Tristan touched him with his golden light. Only Ella was missing from the quiet scene, he thought.
He sat for a long time, letting the peace of the room seep into him, reluctant to disturb Ivy's sleep, reluctant to bring the time left between them to an end. But it would end, he knew that, and when the sky began to lighten, he prayed.
'Give me one last time with her,' he begged, then he knelt beside Ivy.
Focusing on the tip of his finger, he ran it along her cheek.
He felt her soft skin. He could touch her again! He could sense her warmth! Ivy's eyes fluttered open. She looked around the room, wondering.
He brushed her hand.
'Tristan?'
She sat up, and he pushed back a tumble of golden hair.
Her lips parted in a smile, and she reached to touch her hair where he had touched it. 'Tristan, is it you?'
