"Gracie, are you familiar with the term 'babysitting'?" Monica asked. The two angels were perched on top of an old yellow house watching the clouds go by.
"I'm afraid I don't." Gracie responded. "Is it where you sit on a baby?"
"No, no." Monica chuckled. "It's more of watching the child than sitting on it."
"I think they should rename it." Gracie giggled.
"Rename what?" a voice behind them asked. Startled, Gracie and Monica turned around.
"Andrew!" Monica smiled. "What are you doing here?"
"I was in the neighborhood and I thought I would say hi." He paused for a second and looked at Gracie. "You must be Gracie." Andrew said extending his hand for a shake.
"And I'm guessing your Andrew." Gracie smiled retuning the gesture.
"The Angel of Death at your service."
"Technically you're not "the" Angel of Death." Gracie pointed out, putting air quotes around the word 'the'. "I'm pretty sure there's more than one."
"Gracie!" Monica scolded. "Be nice!"
"Monica!" Gracie mimicked. "I'm just saying the facts!"
"No she's right." Andrew said. "Monica, Gracie In would like for you to meet Jeremiah, my Angel of Death in training." Andrew moved out of the way to reveal a thin scrawny boy about Gracie's age. He had curly light brown hair, freckles, and thick black glasses. He smiled at Monica and Gracie.
"Hi Monica." He said extending his right hand to Monica. Firmly he shook her hand.
"Nice to meet you Jeremiah." Monica smiled back.
"Gracie." He said turning to her. "Long time no see."
"You say that like it's a bad thing." Gracie huffed.
"You two know each other?" Andrew asked.
"We were on search and rescue together." Jeremiah said.
"You were on search and rescue?" Monica asked.
"For a short time yes." Gracie sighed.
"You're not still mad about me accidentally pushing you into that lake are you?" Jeremiah asked.
"Yeah, 'accidentally'" Gracie said glaring at him.
"Okay well what ever grudges we have I think that it is time to let them go." Monica said.
"Well I can let them go," Jeremiah said. "But I don't know about Gracie…"
"Hey!" She snapped. "I have nothing against you!"
"Truce then?" Jeremiah asked extending his left hand.
"Fine." Gracie grumbled. Slowly she reached out to shake Jeremiah's hand.
"Ouch!" Gracie shrieked, yanking her hand back. "He shocked me!"
"What?" Monica asked. Grabbing Jeremiah's hand Gracie opened the fist he was making to reveal a small shocking device, like the ones people get at the prank store.
"What's wrong with you Jeremiah?" Gracie snapped. "You really need to learn how to grow up!"
"Oh come on Gracie." Jeremiah chuckled. "Are you mad because I shocked you or because you know you should have expected it but you didn't?"
Gracie paused for a moment. "Both." She finally said with the hint of a smile on her face. "It's nice to see you again Jeremiah."
"You too."
"Well it's sort of nice to see you again."
"Same here."