receiver.
"Dean Wilcoff," he said gruffly, frowning at Julie. His look said that if it'd been up to him, he would've left Roy Fletcher cooling his heels. Fortunately Julie had been closest to the phone.
She bit her lower lip as she studied her father. This had to be good news. Roy Fletcher wouldn't phone to tell a man he'd chosen another candidate for the job.
Her father's eyes widened. "Before I accept the position, I have a few questions."
Julie wanted to wave her arms over her head and scream. Her father needed this job and not only for financial reasons. Oh, Dad, don't blow this now. It was too important.
After what seemed like an hour but was probably five minutes, her father replaced the receiver.
Julie could barely contain her anxiety. "Well?"
"I'm seeing Mr. Fletcher in the morning to discuss my questions." The smallest hint of a smile touched his mouth. "For better or worse, it looks like I've got the job if I want it."
"Oh, Dad! That's terrific news."
"That, my dear Julie, remains to be seen."
Chapter Three
"Would you care to meet Anne Fletcher for yourselves?" Gabriel asked, eyeing the trio.
Goodness couldn't believe their good fortune. She nodded and smiled as Mercy eagerly agreed. It'd been so long since they'd visited Earth with its manifold delights. The place was definitely interesting - and appealing - but completely unlike Heaven. Earth was also dangerous, full of exotic allures and various temptations. Heaven, on the other hand...well, eyes hadn't seen or ears heard all that awaited those in glory.
Shirley's face brightened. "Could we visit Anne for just a little while? I haven't seen her in years."
"At one time she routinely prayed for her son," Gabriel explained as he guided them out of his quarters and to a convenient location to view Anne's little spot on Earth. "For quite a while after the divorce, she brought Roy's hardened heart to God's attention, but when she didn't see results, her faith weakened. Now only an infrequent prayer comes our way."
"That doesn't surprise me," Shirley whispered. "When I was assigned to her mother..." She paused and looked up guiltily, as if afraid she'd said more than permissible. "I'm sure all Anne really wants is for her son to be happy."
"But happiness is a condition of the mind, not of circumstances," Gabriel reminded them. "That appears to be a most difficult lesson for humans. They expect to find happiness in things, which we all know is impossible." Sadly he shook his head. "They repeatedly fail to see what should be perfectly logical."
"Humans require a lot of patience," Goodness said, trying hard to sound knowledgeable.
Gabriel studied the trio, as though gauging how much he could trust them if he did grant them passage back to Earth. Goodness did her utmost to look serene and confident. She fully intended to be good, but she couldn't count on Mercy. Shirley was iffy, too. Her friend seemed to have a special fondness for Anne, and there was no telling what she'd do once they arrived on Earth.
Goodness didn't begrudge Gabriel his doubts. The trio always left Heaven with the best intentions, but when they began to mingle with humans, their powers to resist grew increasingly weak. They found it impossible not to interfere in situations that hadn't been assigned to them - which inevitably got them into trouble.
Gabriel's gaze was drawn back to the big blue sphere, the view of Earth from Heaven.
Goodness peered closer but couldn't make out anything yet. Gabriel would need to bring everything into focus.
"Yes, I'm afraid that where her son is concerned, Anne's lost hope," the Archangel murmured sadly. "She doesn't understand that some things need to be believed in order to be seen."
Goodness was impressed. "That's so wise."
"Poor Anne," Shirley whispered, her brow wrinkled in worry.
"We can help her, I'm sure," Mercy insisted, sidling next to Shirley. "Anne needs us." She glanced from Gabriel to Shirley, looking for confirmation.
Goodness bit her tongue to keep from chastising her friend. They couldn't act too eager, otherwise Gabriel might become suspicious. He might wonder if they had ulterior motives for wanting to visit Earth. As unobtrusively as possible, she made a small waving motion with her hand, hoping Mercy would get the message.
"Of course," Mercy added with an exaggerated sigh, "there are any number of angels more qualified than the three of us."
"Yes, there are," Gabriel said bluntly.
"I thought you said we could see her from here," Shirley said, squinting through the thick cloud cover.
For a moment Gabriel seemed to