Angels at Christmas - By Debbie Macomber Page 0,3

her mother - I was her Guardian Angel. I was with her mother, Beth, when she gave birth to Anne."

So Shirley had a connection to Anne Fletcher. "I didn't read the request," Goodness said, more eager than ever to throw caution to the winds and take a second, longer look.

"Maybe there's something we can do," Mercy said. It sounded as if she was encouraging Goodness to flout protocol, and Goodness was happy to go along with the implied suggestion. She quickly scooped up the prayer request, then almost dropped it when a voice boomed behind them.

"Do for whom?" it asked.

Gabriel. The Archangel Gabriel.

Goodness spun around and backed against the side of the huge desk, crushing her wings in her attempt to hide. Oh, this wasn't good. Gabriel was their friend, but he wouldn't tolerate their snooping around his desk.

"Nothing." Mercy moved closer to Goodness until they stood shoulder to shoulder, wing to wing.

Shirley was lost in her own thoughts, sitting in Gabriel's chair, apparently oblivious to their dire circumstances.

"Do?" Goodness choked out. "Are we supposed to be doing something for someone?"

"It's Anne Fletcher," Shirley whispered, peering up at Gabriel, apparently still in a stupor. "We've got to help her."

"Anne Fletcher?" Gabriel's brow furrowed with concern.

"She's said a prayer for Roy," Goodness explained, and boldly handed Gabriel the request, as much as admitting it had been read. "She wants to believe. But she's worried about her son and has given up hope that anyone can reach him. We can't let her lose faith - we just can't!" She gazed up at Gabriel with large, pleading eyes. Her wings were folded back and she hung her head as though she felt the same sense of despair Anne Fletcher did.

Goodness had never seen Shirley so upset. Clearly this Anne person was someone she cared about.

Gabriel made a grumbling sound. Shirley glanced up and with a look of panic realized she was sitting in his chair. She bolted upright, then leaped to one side.

It was such a rare sight to see Shirley ruffled that, had she not felt so worried about her friend, Goodness would've been amused.

Once his chair was vacant, Gabriel sat down, ignoring the prayer request. Instead, he removed the massive book from the shelf behind him. With a soft grunt, he set it on his desk. He opened it to the section marked F, and ran his finger down a long list of names inscribed there.

Goodness wasn't going to risk standing on tiptoe and taking a look. Even she understood when it was best to restrain her curiosity.

"Anne Fletcher," Gabriel said thoughtfully. "It's been five years since the divorce."

"Anne's divorced?" Shirley whispered. "Oh, my, I didn't know. How's she doing?"

"Actually, quite well," Gabriel told her. "She's adjusted far better than we'd expected." He nodded, smiling gently. "She's gone back to her art and that's helped her. It says here that she's living in Washington State, on a small island in Puget Sound."

"Burton always discounted her talent," Shirley said, and leaned on her palms against the desk, daring to read the huge volume that documented human lives. "She could've been a successful artist had she continued her studies."

"Still might," Goodness threw in, implying that she was in the know. She hated being left in the dark when it came to earthly matters. Humans intrigued her. They were the very pinnacle of God's creation, fearfully and wonderfully made, yet so obtuse. It was hard to believe free will could cause such problems.

"Anne Fletcher is indeed talented," Gabriel said, "but fame and fortune were never important to her. She's had to deal with various losses, but as you already know, for every loss there is an equal or greater gain. Often humans have to search for it, though."

Goodness nodded in full agreement, although she couldn't begin to guess what God had in store for the fifty-nine-year-old divorced woman. "God has another man for her, doesn't He?" she ventured.

Gabriel frowned as if Goodness's comments were starting to irritate him. "No, Goodness, not another man. Frankly, Anne isn't interested."

"I don't blame her for that," Mercy added. "After what Burton did to her, she'd find it very difficult to trust again, and who could blame her?" She seemed to think that was all anyone needed to say on that subject.

"The prayer is for her son," Gabriel pointed out as he read the request.

"Roy," Shirley said. "You remember Roy, don't you?" she asked mournfully. "He was such a sweet child, so willing to please, so anxious to follow