Andrew headed out to the car after practice a few days later, only to see a familiar figure sitting nearby. He raised an eyebrow and strode over, sitting next to him.
"Phil. What are you doing here? Where are you supposed to be?"
"Well, now, I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be here…" he said, looking around. "Yes, yes, I'm supposed to be here. Of course, I was Kentucky… I think… but then Adam found me and directed me here… or near here, because then Rafael showed up and said I was on the wrong side of town. But I'm supposed to be… here. Here." He finished. "I think."
Andrew heard the Father encouraging him to listen to the directionally challenged angel, so he made himself comfortable. "What were you told to come here for, Phil?"
"I'm supposed to talk to you about, uh… Monica! Monica. Oh…" Suddenly his face cleared. "Monica. Andrew, you, uh… you've noticed some things changing, haven't you? Not much, just enough to set you on edge."
He furrowed his brow. "Yeah. Why?"
"Do you love her?"
"Of course. She's one of my best friends."
"You are not listening to me. Do you love her?"
Andrew stared at his friend. "Do I—"
"Love her?"
"I—I don't know what—"
"Listen, Andrew, I may not be good with North, South, East, and West, but I do know that if you follow your heart, you can't go wrong. Embrace this. Welcome it. It's a gift, and you both deserve it. In fact—"
"Hi." Amy approached from the school. "Andrew. Nice hat."
"Hey, Amy. This is Phil, he's a friend of mine."
"Oh. Hi." Amy shook his hand.
"Hi, Amy. I'm just lending Andrew some expertise here, on matters of the heart."
"Ah…" Amy raised an eyebrow. "Monica, yes?"
Phil looked at Andrew, grinning victoriously. "I rest my case. But now I have to be in Nebraska. Or was it Idaho…" He mumbled, wandering off.
Amy watched him, puzzled. "Is he gonna be ok?" Andrew watched as two other angels appeared out of nowhere and turned Phil around, walking him the other way. But before he could comment, Amy did. "Oh. Ok." Andrew spun and stared at her. "What?"
She had seen them?
"Phil. What are you doing here? Where are you supposed to be?"
"Well, now, I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be here…" he said, looking around. "Yes, yes, I'm supposed to be here. Of course, I was Kentucky… I think… but then Adam found me and directed me here… or near here, because then Rafael showed up and said I was on the wrong side of town. But I'm supposed to be… here. Here." He finished. "I think."
Andrew heard the Father encouraging him to listen to the directionally challenged angel, so he made himself comfortable. "What were you told to come here for, Phil?"
"I'm supposed to talk to you about, uh… Monica! Monica. Oh…" Suddenly his face cleared. "Monica. Andrew, you, uh… you've noticed some things changing, haven't you? Not much, just enough to set you on edge."
He furrowed his brow. "Yeah. Why?"
"Do you love her?"
"Of course. She's one of my best friends."
"You are not listening to me. Do you love her?"
Andrew stared at his friend. "Do I—"
"Love her?"
"I—I don't know what—"
"Listen, Andrew, I may not be good with North, South, East, and West, but I do know that if you follow your heart, you can't go wrong. Embrace this. Welcome it. It's a gift, and you both deserve it. In fact—"
"Hi." Amy approached from the school. "Andrew. Nice hat."
"Hey, Amy. This is Phil, he's a friend of mine."
"Oh. Hi." Amy shook his hand.
"Hi, Amy. I'm just lending Andrew some expertise here, on matters of the heart."
"Ah…" Amy raised an eyebrow. "Monica, yes?"
Phil looked at Andrew, grinning victoriously. "I rest my case. But now I have to be in Nebraska. Or was it Idaho…" He mumbled, wandering off.
Amy watched him, puzzled. "Is he gonna be ok?" Andrew watched as two other angels appeared out of nowhere and turned Phil around, walking him the other way. But before he could comment, Amy did. "Oh. Ok." Andrew spun and stared at her. "What?"
She had seen them?
