Finally the clock reached four o' clock and Monica darted out of her office and into the cold rain that had grown heavier as she sat working. She pulled her long coat around her tightly, the wind whipping at her fiercely. Her hair blew in her face. The clouds were piling higher and higher by the minute, covering the sun, and making the day darker. Where would she find Tess? Wherever her supervisor was, Monica knew that the Spirit would lead her in the right direction.
Up ahead her eyes caught sight of a woman's figure sitting in a small café. Right away she knew it was Tess. The Irish angel headed for the cozy restaurant. She refused to take her eyes off the lonely figure. She was relieved to hear the bell on the door ring as she entered from the cold rain.
"Tess?" Monica asked shakily to her supervisor. She didn't know whether to expect a sudden shot of anger fill her ears or a loving greeting. To her surprise there was no answer. "Tess?" Monica asked again.
"No," was the reply. "I need to be alone."
"You have been alone, Tess, now it's time that we talk. If we do now you can get this over with," Monica said in her Irish accent.
"Monica, no, not now!" Tess stormed.
Monica backed up from her supervisor. Then Tess realized how much she probably scared her angel girl.
"I'm sorry, Baby," Tess said lovingly. "It's just that…well,"
"You can tell me, Tess."
"I can't, Angel Girl, I just can't!"
"But…"
Tess got up from the booth and walked out the door. Monica sunk down into her seat and started to cry softly.
"Oh, Father, what is happening?"