"I have to admit," Andrew said to his friend. "It was a good meal. Actually, you surprised me."

"Well, thank you, Andrew," Monica said, grinning from ear to ear. "I think I've always had a hand for cooking."
"And an heart for coffee," Tess added with a laugh. She gathered her things together and threw them in the back seat of the red convertible.

"I don't know about you ladies but I sure had a nice time today," Andrew said under his breath. "And after a long day I think I could use a nap."

"That would be nice," Monica chimed. "Do you think we could stay just a wee bit longer and relax in the convertible?" the Irish angel asked her supervisor.

Luckily Tess agreed. The three climbed into her "baby," Tess in the driver's seat, Monica in the passenger's, and Andrew sprawled out in the rear. The sun was just sinking low and beneath the beautiful formations of rocks, filling the sky with a pale orange and pink.

"I have to go," Andrew said after a few minutes of silence.

"What?" Monica asked her friend in surprise. "Now? Why?" But her questions were answered when the angel of death took out his golden pocket watch.

"Tess," he began. "Do you think you could drive me to St. Mary's Clinic right as you enter into town?" he Andrew asked his supervisor. "I have a sudden assignment."

"Of course, Baby, anything to help you," Tess replied in a motherly voice.

Tess pulled out of the parking lot and sped down the dirt road, speedometer at eighty.

"Tess, I know this is an emergency but the speed limit is only thirty," Monica pointed out.

Tess glared at the sign on the side of the road. It didn't stay thirty for long. With one look into the heavens, the sign turned to eighty and Tess smiled widely.

"Now what were you saying, Monica, dear," Tess asked with a sarcastic tone. Monica shot a disproving look at the old angel who drove her Cadillac along like there was no problem.

The car came to a screeching stop in a parking lot in front of a large building about seven miles north of the lake.

"Thanks, Tess," Andrew said, climbing out of the car and giving his supervisor a quick kiss on the cheek. He raced around the other side of the car and planted a small kiss on Monica's forehead.

"Do good," Monica yelled as Andrew ran into the hospital.