"Angels- 02 - The Trouble With Angels" - читать интересную книгу автора (Macomber Debbie)

УWhat in the name of heaven would you do with a horse?Ф

УI want to learn to ride,Ф Karen supplied eagerly. The answer should have been obvious, one would think. УHorses are the most beautiful creatures on earth. More than anything in this world, I want to ride like the wind.Ф

УDoes your mother know about this?Ф

Karen lifted one shoulder. УI talk about horses, but all she says is that we live in the city and thereТs no possible way for us to own so large an animal.Ф

УThatТs true enough.Ф

УBut MomТs told me a thousand times that where thereТs a will thereТs a way.Ф

УThatТs true, too,Ф Beverly Shields agreed.

УMom thinks if she gets me a cat, IТll forget about wanting to learn to ride, but sheТs wrong. I donТt even like cats all that much.Ф Karen yawned when sheТd finished. УWell, I do, but I like horses a whole lot better.Ф

УYouТll sleep now?Ф Grandma shields asked.

Karen thought she would. She scooted down into the thick blankets, and her grandmother covered her shoulders. After a moment, Karen closed her eyes. She did feel better. Maybe she ought to talk to God more often.



KarenТs prayer intertwined with that of her grandmother and drifted effortlessly heavenward, steered by love, directed by divinity, toward the splendor of paradise, ushered into the very throne room of God. It arrived fresh with the sincerity of a childТs heart, weighted with unspoken pain, and bright with honesty.

УKaren Woods,Ф the Archangel Gabriel murmured, writing the twelve-year-oldТs name in the cumbersome Book of Prayer. He ran his finger down the brittle antique white pages until he found Beverly ShieldsТs name, sighed heavily, and leaned back on the high-backed chair.

Beverly had prayed often for her daughter, Maureen Woods. The thirty-three-year-old woman had been trapped in a bog of bitterness since her divorce. BeverlyТs prayers had been stymied by MaureenТs stubbornness and pride. The womanТs resentment of her ex-husband had festered into a wound that had infected her entire life.

Gabriel was concerned about Karen and the girlТs repeated nightmares. Setting aside the large quill pen, he closed his eyes in an effort to think of the best way to help Maureen Woods.

УI donТt think we should disturb him.Ф The soft, lilting voice belonged to Shirley, a prayer ambassador and former guardian angel.

УDonТt be ridiculous. HeТs probably just resting, waiting for us.Ф

Gabriel kept his eyes closed. This was Goodness. A delightful emissary and known troublemaker.

УI do hope heТs considering sending us on another mission. ItТs been almost a year since our last one.Ф

Mercy.

December was the busiest month of year. Gabriel should have anticipated meeting up with these three. If anything, he should have been surprised it took them this long to make their appearance.

УYou did mention that we were most interested in working in Los Angeles this year, didnТt you?Ф

УAh, not exactly.Ф

There was no help for it. Gabriel opened his eyes and looked up to find the trio standing on the opposite side of the table, their wings folded back neatly, looking as perfect as a Christmas card.

УWeТre back,Ф Mercy said excitedly, flinging her arms enthusiastically into the air.