'Her? Jesus Christ. It'd be a disaster. We're trying to make money here. Do you hate kids or something?'
'No, but I don't have time to do it. I'll write them a check.'
I hung up on his protests, just as I turned onto Queen Anne Avenue. I was a little early for my shift and decided to stop home and grab an apple and a granola bar. Last time I'd worked, we'd been so busy that I'd skipped my lunch break. I figured that this time, I should come prepared. My immortality wouldn't let me starve to death, but I could still get lightheaded and weak.
Halfway down the hall to my apartment, I felt a shock wave of crystalline goodness. Angelic auras. I opened my door and found the whole gang: Carter, Yasmine, Whitney, Joel, and Vincent. None of them spoke; they were all just watching me expectantly. The angels would have sensed me long before I sensed them. They all sat in my living room, casually occupying my sofa and chairs as though they weren't a host of heavenly warriors. Well, not all of them were casual. Joel sat as stiff and formal as he had the first time I met him.
'Oh, man,' I said, shutting the door behind me. 'It's just like that They Might Be Giants song.'
Vincent grinned. '‘She's an Angel'?'
I nodded. 'Somewhere they're meeting on a pinhead—'
'—calling you an angel, calling you the nicest things,' he finished.
'What are you doing here?' demanded Joel, interrupting our jam session.
'Or not so nice,' I muttered. I turned from Vincent and glared at Joel. 'I live here, remember?'
'We're having a meeting,' he said.
'Hey, when you asked if Vince could stay here, you never said anything about making this your top secret tree house headquarters. I don't care if you guys hold your choir practice here or whatever, but don't try to throw me out while you do.'
'Sorry,' said Yasmine. I did a double-take. Apologies from angels were about as rare as from demons. From the look on his face, Joel was about as surprised as me. 'We probably should have asked first. We can go somewhere else.' She leaned over my coffee table and started gathering up newspapers. Interesting. Apparently Vincent's fixation with the news was more than just a personal hobby. I glanced back up at Yasmine and tried to act like I hadn't noticed anything.
'No, it's fine. I'm actually heading right back out. I just came by for some food.'
She pushed strands of long, black hair out of her face. They'd slipped out of her ponytail. 'You want Vince to make you something?'
He turned to her, startled, wearing an astonished, yet still-amused look. 'What am I, your personal assistant?'
'Not with the kind of respect you show us,' she grumbled.
I hid a smile. 'Thanks, but I'm fine. I don't have the time.'
'Good,' said Joel. 'Then hurry up.'
Whitney sighed and looked a little embarrassed—but not enough to contradict him. Yasmine had no such qualms and elbowed him in the ribs. 'What was that for?' he exclaimed.
'You have no manners,' she scolded.
Grinning broadly, I went to the kitchen and found an apple. When I opened the cupboard to look for my granola bars, I found the box empty. 'Hey,' I said, carrying it out to the living room. 'Did somebody eat these? I had two left this morning.'
Carter spoke up for the first time. 'I was hungry.'
I stared at him, incredulous. 'You ate both of them?'
'I was hungry,' he repeated, not looking contrite in the least.
'Does it ever stop with you?' I exclaimed. 'First the Christmas tree, now this? You didn't even throw the box away!'
'I was hoping you'd forgotten about the Christmas tree. That was an accident, and you know it.'
I sighed loudly and put the apple in my purse.
'I'm going to the grocery store later,' said Vincent helpfully. Aubrey jumped up and settled herself between him and Yasmine. Both their hands instantly moved to pet her. Aubrey gave me a smug cat look at the attention. 'I'll pick you up some more if you want.'
'Pick him up some more so that he doesn't go rob the food bank next. See you guys later. No wild parties while I'm gone.' Carter, Yasmine, and Vincent laughed; Whitney and Joel didn't.
When I'd shut the door behind me, I paused in the hall, wishing there was some way to spy on angels. There wasn't, unfortunately. I couldn't even hide from them. They could mask their signatures from me, but not vice versa. In fact, they all knew I hadn't left yet. Annoyed, I headed downstairs, curiosity burning in me. Why were they all here? Why did they need a human? And what role did the newspapers play?
Figuring out what angels did with their time was always difficult. With my side, it was pretty straightforward. We were always looking to commit souls to Hell and did so in a well-monitored, micro-managed manner. Heaven's forces moved in mysterious ways, though. Carter's purpose in Seattle was a continual puzzle for my friends and me since none of us ever saw any evidence of him doing anything particularly noble, aside from sharing his cigarettes. He did always show a lot of interest in my love life and was quick to dispense cryptic pieces of advice, but I suspected that was more curiosity than altruism.
Work was only a few blocks away. Since it wasn't raining, I simply walked down there. As soon as I entered Emerald City, Maddie approached me, an uncomfortable expression on her face.
'Hey,' she said uneasily. 'I, um, need your advice. I'm going to a wedding tomorrow and don't know what to wear. This is so stupid…but could you take a look at my options?'
Peering around, I decided the store could function without us for ten minutes, particularly since it had taken Maddie a fair amount of courage to broach this subject. I'd never actually seen her dress up before. 'Okay. Let's see what you've got.'
We went back to my office, and she tried on three different dresses. No doubt Seth would have been amused to know she was changing clothes while I was in there.
When she'd finished, I gave my honest opinion. 'They don't do you justice.'
'Which is a nice way of saying they look awful on me.' Maddie balled one of the dresses up and tossed it to the floor. 'I hate this sort of thing. How can I write about women's issues and not be any good at them?'
'Well…you write about different kinds of issues. The problem here is that you're wearing clothes that are too big for you.'
Her dark eyes widened in surprise. 'I'm big. They're loose. They hide it.'
Maddie wasn't big, not really. She was a size ten or twelve, if I had to guess, and her short height emphasized that a little. But her curves were all proportioned correctly, and she had a very pretty face. Of course, compared to the anorexic models so popular among humans today, I could understand her attitude.
'You are not big. But those dresses make you look it. Something smaller's going to make you look better.'
'I can't wear tight clothes.'
'They don't have to be tight. They just have to fit.'
Maddie sighed and ran her hands down the sides of her thighs. 'You don't know what it's like,' she said, the slightest accusatory note in her voice. 'You're beautiful and tiny. Not all of us have the luxury of looking perfect all the time.'
'No one looks perfect all the time,' I argued. 'I certainly don't.' Okay, I kind of did. 'You've just got to find the right things. And really, half of beauty is attitude. You feel sexy, then you are sexy.'
Maddie looked dubious. 'I don't think it's that easy. Guys aren't exactly chomping at the bit to ask me out. You know how long it's been since I was on a date?'
'That goes back to attitude,' I said. 'Look, I don't mean to sound harsh, but you don't always give off friendly vibes. I mean, you do to me. And to Doug. Sort of. But really, that's it.'
'I know I'm not the best with people,' she admitted, crossing her arms over her chest. 'But I just can't do meaningless small talk.'
'Yeah, but you still have to do some talking. It's a fact of life.'
'Well, if guys came and actually talked to me, maybe I could try. But they aren't really lining up.' She gestured at her body. 'Because of this. And now we've come full circle.'
