I thought about Angel on my drive to Santa Fe. I thought about all the times she'd helped us through the short time we knew her. I thought about how she saved Collins, how she'd saved me. I would never admit it out loud, and even if I did, I would deny ever saying it, but without her, I'd probably be dead now, and not in Santa Fe. She pushed me when I didn't want to be pushed. She told me to stop being a pussy and to grow a pair and be a man. I'll never admit this out loud, but I loved Angel. And I miss her.
Roger