"Oh, what a lovely day it is today," Elizabeth sighed. "It's nice to have company again. It's been Little Liz and I for who knows how long."

Monica smiled as she folded and packed clothes into the wood wardrobe. She stopped to push a loose lock of auburn hair out of her face. She was dressed in a black and white maid uniform. She didn't like it, but promised Tess that she wouldn't complain.

"Should I put these shoes in the closet…" Monica was immediately cut off.

"Never go in that closet!" Elizabeth ordered abruptly, nearly jumping out of her bed. "No one ever does," she said, this time her voice a little quieter.

"I'm so sorry, Elizabeth," the Irish angel said sincerely. She quickly dropped her hand from the shiny, golden knob and sighed. "As you know, I'm new here-new to this maid thing too. It will take awhile to get used to all of this."

"It's quite all right, dear," Lady Benson said. She sipped her iced tea.

"Is there something a wee bit important in there?" she asked in her Irish accent.

"Did you hear what the temperature was today?" Elizabeth asked, quickly changing the subject. Obviously, Monica thought, she doesn't want me to know about something.

"Not yet. All I know is that it's hot." Monica wiped a drop of sweat of her forehead. "If you don't mind, after I'm done with these clothes, I think I'd like to get a sip of water."

"Of course, honey, go right ahead. There's iced tea in the refrigerator if you'd like. Just make yourself right at home," Elizabeth told the Irish angel.

A few minutes later, Monica descended down the rug-covered steps. She was beginning to wonder where Andrew was. He had not spoken to her for a while. Her mind was still focused on the closet in Lady Benson's room. What could be in it?

"Andrew?" she called softly as she entered the kitchen.

"What?" a gruff voice said. Monica still couldn't see her friend so she guessed he was behind the stove.

"Where are you?" she asked.

"Back here."

"What are you doing back there?"

"I'm no coming out, okay?" the angel of death asked her. Monica walked towards the back of the large kitchen.

"Why not?" the Irish angel asked.

"You should see what I have to wear. No one will be seeing me if I'm back here cooking all the time." Monica grew a large grin on her flushed face. She wondered why her friend would be so embarrassed about his clothing. "I'm stuck in a white cook's uniform with some sort of hat that flings into my face whenever I lean down."

"Can I see?" Monica giggled.

"Only if you promise not to laugh," Andrew told her. Monica shrugged.

"I guess," she agreed. "But how bad can it be?"

"This bad," Andrew said. He slowly stepped out and right away Monica burst into laughing.

"Oh, Andy," she giggled. "It looks swell," she joked. Andrew glared at her with his emerald green eyes.

"Well, thanks a million, Angel Girl," he said, sarcasm ringing in his voice.

"You know, maybe if you took a pin to the top…"

"I think I solved it," the angel of death said. He whipped the hat from his head. "How 'bout I just don't wear it?"

"Oh, but, Andy, it brings out your true…looks," Monica said. She started to laugh once more, tears almost running out of her eyes. She looked over to the table and her eyes locked onto a dish of cookies. She absentmindedly reached over with her small fingers and stuffed one into her mouth. "I say keep it," a mouth-filled voice mumbled.

"Those were going to be for Elizabeth, but after someone put their germs all over them, I'm not sure how much she'll want them. And I'm not keeping the hat!" Andrew threw it onto the table and walked back into the kitchen. "By the way, there's coffee on the burner. Fresh made too."

Monica smiled and stepped over towards the stove and said, "I was hot and going to have water, but I think I'd have coffee even if I were in the Bahamas."

"Of course you would, Angel Girl," Andrew laughed. "You are addicted."

"I wouldn't say addicted," the Irish angel said. "I would probably say that I'm unable to…"

"To go without coffee one day," Andrew smiled.

"No," Monica said. She shot him an evil stare. "I could if I wanted to."

"Then how 'bout today be that day," Andrew suggested.

"Too late, already had some this morning before we left."

"Don't tell me they serve you it up there?" Andrew asked in disbelief. He stared up towards the heavens.

"No, I stopped at the café in town," Monica said with a humph of disgust.

"Well, sweetie, I have to say that you're addicted. No matter what you do, you can't go without drinking coffee first."

"Angel Babies," Tess said, appearing before them. "Oh, what are those?" she asked, hinting as she pointed to the cookies on the table. "They look mighty tasty."

"They are, Tess," Monica told her supervisor. "Andrew made them."

"Yes, I did, but I made them for Lady Benson," the angel of death said, rolling his eyes in disgust at the puppy look that Tess gave him. "Oh, what the heck, go ahead then." He sighed. Tess smiled and chewed slowly.

"What I was going to say," she added. "Was that you two better stop fooling around in here…Angel Boy, what is that?"

"Oh, yes, Tess," Monica said with a laugh. "He has to wear that hat."

"Well isn't that something," Tess giggled. "And he doesn't even have it on."

"You two, Tess?" Andrew asked his supervisor in astonishment. "I'm not wearing it. It's…it's too…"

"He thinks it's too floppy," Monica interrupted her friend. "I, me self think it brings out his natural touch to cooking."

"I think that's a compliment," Andrew murmured. He grabbed the hat and plopped his on top of his blond hair. "There, happy?"

Monica and Tess both nodded. They exchanged glances and sighed.

"You know, Angel Girl, you're really right about the natural…"

"Okay, okay," Andrew said. "Enough about me and my good looks, let's get a move on our assignments."

The two ladies cracked a sickened expression at the angel of death. His green eyes sparkled with glee and his face beamed.

"I know, I'm just to…"

"Did I hear someone say assignment?" Tess said, purposely cutting off her charge. "That's right, my assignment is Liz."

"And I have to finish the laundry," Monica said.

"And I have to finish cooking," Andrew said. "My assignment is still coming. You'll know who he is when he gets here. I can promise you that."