Adam was walking home from visiting his mother's grave when he saw Joan sitting on the park bench, looking like she had been crying.

He wanted to go over and talk to her, but he decided against it.

He quietly opened his bag and took out the sculpture he had been working on earlier.

He walked up behind her and gently set it down on the bench beside her and walked away.

Joan knew he was there, but she didn't want to talk to him yet.

She almost said something but she couldn't.

When she knew he was really gone she picked up the sculpture, it was a little angel.

Someone who didn't know Adam's art well may never have known what it could possibly be, but Joan knew it was an angel.

Chicken wire wings, some piping for the body, a large bolt for the head and wire for the halo.

"Does he really talk to angels?" she whispered to herself.

A blue ball rolled toward her and bumped into her feet.

"He does, Joan," Little Girl God said, retrieving Her ball.

"Back so soon, it's been what, an hour since you last bugged me?" was Joan's sarcastic reply.

"I'm not bugging, I'm asking you to take on one simple task," She said, adjusting Her glasses.

"But, I… he…" Joan searched for something to say.

"Joan," She replied giving her a 'this is pathetic' look.

She walked off with Her ball and waved.