CHAPTER ELEVEN

Andrew put his hands in his head as he sat in a taxi that was leading him to the heart of France. He nodded at the driver and handed him a generous amount of money. He stepped out of the cab and onto the wet streets that were covered with morning showers.

He couldn't get his mind off of his friends, especially Monica right now. Instantly his thoughts dwelled on his supervisor. What she had told him had been such a shock. When would she tell Gloria? And when Monica returned, (whenever that day would be) she would be coming from pain and suffering to sorrow and grief. How would that make her feel?

He wandered the streets until he came to the right address. Surprisingly, when he opened the door, he found that the house was vacant. Had he arrived too late? He walked in the house and found a daily paper on the table. It read:

Salt Lake City's News Tribune offices were burned down. Journalist, Amy Stargon is found guilty.

That was it! He needed to get back to Salt Lake City and fast. Maybe God's plan was making sense after all. Just then he glanced back at the paper. It read a totally different article about an oil company.

"Thank you, God," he prayed. He disappeared into the French City.

"Wait!" Gloria cried, as Amy was about to set fire to the dynamite. "What are you doing?"

Amy looked up in astonishment. She mouthed something but no sound came out of her mouth.

"Gloria?" a crackling voice asked. "Out of all the angels, they sent you?"

Gloria turned to find Kathleen leaning against the wall of the offices. She was smiling wildly with amusement.

"Kathleen?" Gloria uttered. "You have Monica…"

"Yes, you don't have to remind me about my fantastic works," replied the demon. Meanwhile Amy gazed at the two in wonder.

"I don't get it," she intervened. "Who are you two?"

"I am an angel," Gloria told her assignment. "This is a demon." She pointed to Kathleen who stuck her nose up proudly.

"She's got that right," Kathleen laughed. "We're on opposite sides and you are in the middle right now."

"What? I don't get it! So I shouldn't blow up the building?"

"Why were you going to in the first place, Amy? What's the sense?" Gloria asked.

"I hate this place. I love wrighting, but I hate working for my own uncle who thinks that he owns me, but he doesn't," Amy explained. "I just wanted to make a difference," she cried. "My husband is leaving me and my last parent just died not long ago. I hate this world. I though if I wrecked one of the things I hated that it would be one less thing on my list."

"And then what?" Gloria asked. "Were you going to get sent to jail for murdering two hundred people? That would be another thing on your list. You can't just fix a whole bunch of things by getting rid of one of them. Amy, this building has been here for longer than you probably know about. Sure they've fixed it up and everything, but your uncle's family has been running it ever since… a long time ago."

"And that would matter why?" Kathleen asked sarcastically. "Hurry up, Amy, blow this thing to pieces."

"No, Amy, you choose. Don't let Kathleen choose for you," Gloria said. "Kathleen, is this why you took Monica; because this one assignment was a chain reaction. It's just like in a story or article. You make one typo and it can effect the whole paper."

"Who cares, Gloria. Amy, just light the dynamite," Kathleen snapped.

"Think about this, please."

"Just do it."

"Pray first. See what God has chosen for you," Gloria suggested. Amy looked at the angel and nodded.

"I used to pray a long time ago, when I was little. God, if you're listening, I need to know right from wrong," Amy spoke into the sky softly. "I want to see which path I should take. I know I've been kind of confused lately."

Suddenly, Gloria shone brightly and Kathleen sank back for hatred can never be in the presence of love.

"Now I see," Amy stuttered. "Now I see."