littleGloriaFaith
GrimlockX4
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It was impossible.
But there he was. The dog continued to bark, smiling, panting, its tail wagging happily.
"Max!"
Travis ran up to the dog and gathered it in his arms, petting and stroking its fur, lovingly roughing up its ears. Max licked his face, returning the greeting. He glanced at where the dog had been buried. The dirt was disturbed and the toy bone lay to the side. He had no idea what was going on. Had he buried the dog alive? Or was it some kind of miracle? Whatever the case, he was just glad Max wasn't dead.
Andrew witnessed this "family reunion" of sorts from a few feet away, a deep crease in his brow. "That's not possible…"
The dog suddenly began barking loudly, pulling the angel from his thoughts. It broke free of Travis' grasp and ran forward, barking and growling at something on the small hill nearby. Travis shifted his gaze toward where the dog's attention seemed to be focused and his eyes widened.
Three dark figures were standing on the hill, motionless. They seemed to have been watching the entire time. Then as suddenly as they had appeared, they vanished. Without a trace.
Travis had to fight the urge to rub his eyes. He seriously thought he was losing his mind or something. Those guys weren't real…were they?
But Travis was not the only one that had seen the three figures. Andrew had seen them, too. And the moment he'd spotted them, he'd felt a chill go down his spine. He had a bad feeling about those three.
"Hello?"
Morgan looked up from washing out the empty dog cages to find a vaguely familiar face standing in the doorway. "Hi."
"We met the night of the accident," Kyle offered, stepping all the way into the kennel.
Morgan nodded. "I remember." She handed the water hose to Monica who had been mopping up behind her. "Look, I intend to pay you for all of it, but if we could just work out some kind of payment plan…I just relocated and took over this business."
Kyle smiled, understanding. "From San Francisco."
"We did."
"Look, I'm not worried about the van. What I came for is to ask if you could bring Michael to a meeting tonight at Our Lady of the Hills Catholic Church."
The blonde vet studied the pastor suspiciously. "Why?"
Kyle held up a copy of the newspaper from the week of the accident. "In this article, Deputy Smalls says Michael saw something unusual. We're interested to know what that might be."
Morgan shook her head. "I'm sorry, but we're really not church people."
"Well, that makes this a little awkward…" Kyle pulled out something that had been tucked inside the newspaper. A book. "But here, I brought a—well, a welcome to the community gift. Uh, a Bible I brought for you." He held the book out to her. She accepted it out of courtesy. "Maybe you can use it. I find it a comfort in a time of need."
"Okay."
Sensing the vet's uneasiness, Kyle decided it was time for him to go. He turned to leave. "Maybe I'll see you tonight." He gave Monica a smile. "And what about you, miss? You're more than welcome to come, too."
"My name is Monica." The redhead angel said, returning the smile. "And I'd love to."
"Good. Now, you ladies have a nice day!"
Morgan shook her head, her hands on her hips, as the man disappeared out the door. She looked down at the leather-bound book in her hands, wondering what on earth she was going to do with a Bible.
"Ah, a Bible," Monica said, peering over her shoulder. "That's my favorite book."
Morgan rolled her eyes and carelessly tossed the Bible onto a shelf. She took the water hose back from Monica and sent her off to check on things back in the office. Monica walked out of the kennel, shaking her head disappointedly. Morgan was so busy running from her past that she couldn't see God reaching out to her.
After grabbing a cup of coffee from the break room, Monica went up to the front desk and began to chat with Gloria about their assignment. There were no emergencies and no appointments scheduled for that time, so the office was pretty much empty. Gloria was about to ask the older angel about something that had been bothering her when she spotted a familiar face coming through the front door. Monica followed her charge's gaze and her lips curved into a smile.
"Hullo, Tess."
"Hello, babies. How's it going?"
"Why are we still here?" Gloria asked bluntly, straightening the stack of folders sitting in front of her. Tess gave the youngest angel a look. Monica's mouth formed a small "o." She'd learned long ago never to question the Father's plans. Unfortunately, Gloria hadn't quite grasped that concept, yet. "I mean, Max died. So, Travis won't be coming back here anymore…right?"
Tess was about to reprimand her, but before she could say anything, Andrew suddenly appeared next to them. He was leaning against the desk, lost in thought.
"Andrew, what's wrong?" Monica asked, noticing the troubled look on her friend's face.
Instead of answering her directly, he turned to their supervisor, his brow furrowed. "Tess, something strange is going on here. I don't know what it is, but I don't like it."
The older angel lifted a hand to silence him. "Whoa, slow down, angel boy. What happened?"
"Max. He's alive. I don't know how, but that dog's alive," Andrew explained. "Travis and I buried him this morning. He was dead. And now, he's alive. He literally crawled out of his grave a couple of hours ago."
They all stared at him in shock. "What???"
"And there were these guys up on the hill by Travis' place. Three of them. They appeared when Max came back to life. I think it was those angels everyone's been talking about."
Gloria arched an eyebrow. "So, there really are other angels here?"
Andrew shook his head fervently. "Uh uh, those guys were no angels."
"Tess, do yeh know anything about this?" When the supervisor didn't answer, Monica turned around to see what she was up to. But Tess was gone.
The trio exchanged worried looks. Tess was hiding something from them.
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