Chapter 11
Lost and Found
Quietly Monica leaned over, her long red locks brushing over the Angel of Death's shoulder. The flickering screen of a computer monitor showed a picture of a boy, innocent and smiling towards the camera.
Andrew knew he could just bow his head and will the location of the lost waif to him, but his boss didn't work that way. If all answers were so easy, there truly would be heaven on earth.
He heared the sweet angel sigh behind him. She was still despondent over her former friend.
Kathleen, like Lucifer, had questioned her purpose, doubted God's infallible plan for her. Was that wrong? To blindly trust without questioning is to be a puppet, unthinking with no free will. Humans could stumble and fall and still be welcomed back with open arms, the prodigal son receiving the fatted calf. What about the dutiful son who stayed home and never rebelled? Could angels not be tempted from his grace?
The two women had fought for Frank's soul. Monica had won and in the process had saved three souls – Frank, the lost boy, and the witness. The older boy, missing for years, had thought his previous life had been a dream, never knowing a sorrowful mother had ever been looking for him.
Even the blind could see what was the right thing to do! How could the former angel be so misguided? The dark lady was vindictive, spiteful, a corruption of her former self. Hopefully, with time and effort, the heavenly pair believed Kathleen would return, humbled and a little wiser, with heartfelt words to guide the lost human soul, though Monica and Andrew did not know the hour or the day when that would occur. They wouldn't give up on her until then.
"We found him!" Frank shouted in jubilation from the phone, speaking of the boy on the monitor. "He's saved!"
And by the grace of God so they all could be.
Posting another chapter since this is short. This episode was so sad, especially with Andrew and that little girl in the cold. At least there was a happy ending for the dark subject matter. Jasmine Guy was awesome as Kathleen. Hi young Clark Gregg! Also laughing at the "state of the art" computers.
Grignard