Angels Everywhere - Debbie Macomber [117]
“What about Timmy?” Shirley pressed. “He seems to be a very special young boy.”
“He is. Timmy Potter will grow up to become a top-notch pitcher with his goals set on the major leagues. He has a strong faith that will sustain him all his life.”
“What about Monica and Chet?” Goodness wanted to know next, her eyes eager for a look into the future.
Gabriel was tempted to comment about this last bit of trouble Goodness had gotten herself into with the television screen. He decided against it, however. Goodness’s methods had been unorthodox, but had worked wonderfully well. Chet had gone directly from the Blue Goose to Monica.
“Now, there’s an interesting couple,” Gabriel said, studying the pair who sat in a pew in the front of the church, holding hands. “Chet will go back into police work. It’s what suits him best and he’s good at it. Monica will present him with four daughters and all four will be holy terrors. Their lives together are going to take a fair amount of adjustment as well. They’re both strong-willed people, but their love for each other is much stronger.”
“Leah and Andrew were able to bring Angel home this evening,” Mercy told him, although Gabriel was well aware the couple’s daughter was doing so well she was able to leave the hospital early.
“You might be surprised with what the future holds for them,” Gabriel said. He wasn’t overly pleased with Mercy’s appearance atop the nativity scene, but at least this time she wasn’t racing forklifts along a pier and frightening night watchmen out of ten years of their lives.
“Are they able to adopt another child?”
“No, but three earth years from now Leah will become pregnant with identical twin boys.”
“Twins,” Mercy echoed with delight. “That’s wonderful.”
“I’m proud of you three,” Gabriel felt obligated to comment. Their success had delighted him. “You worked well together.”
“ ‘Surely goodness and mercy shall follow you all the days of your life,’ “ Goodness quoted the well-known Bible verse. “We make a great team.”
“Can we do it again?” Shirley asked eagerly.
“Soon,” Mercy insisted. “We help each other.”
“I think we should all visit Los Angeles next,” was Goodness’s suggestion. “It seems to me that the City of Angels could do with our help.”
The three looked expectantly toward Gabriel. “I’m not making any promises,” he said, and with a sweep of his wings ushered the three ambassadors into the celestial realm of heaven, where the Christmas celebration was just about to begin. All of heaven was awaiting their return.
To Gaylynn Hoffman
My very own personal angel
Acknowledgments
Here it is, the third and final installment of the angel series. Who would have guessed that my ditzy sweethearts would make an appearance three years running? Not me! What fun I’ve had with them. This December they’re visiting New York, one of my all-time favorite cities. The dust has yet to settle.
As with any project, there are a number of people who richly deserve a mention. First and foremost is my family, who so willingly adjust to a variation of home, sweet home whenever I’m working on a deadline.
A special note of appreciation to my agent, Irene Goodman, for carefully reading through Hannah and Joshua’s story.
My editor, Carolyn Marino, as always is a sweetheart to work with.
To Gary Staley, Susan Weaver, and Jim Whitener, the three wonderful Harper sales representatives I met. Thank you for showing me the ropes.
It’s fitting that the last angel book is title Touched by Angels. They have touched my life, and several of you have let me know how they’ve influenced you. I love getting your letters, and treasure each one. You can reach me at P.O. Box 1458, Port Orchard, WA 98366.
One
The young man wore a staple in one ear. Brynn Cassidy tried not to stare as he paraded past her and slouched down