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

Gabriel could feel himself weakening. He was well aware that the oldest of the three angles was by far the most emotionally mature. Yet she had the least experience. But Goodness and Mercy? Again?

УI do wish youТd reconsider,Ф Shirley pleaded softly.

УOh, please do.Ф Two pairs of blue eyes fluttered beguilingly at him. Goodness and Mercy folded their hands with a look as unsullied as grace itself.

Gabriel didnТt know what it was about this trio that they wove such tight tentacles around his heart. He was an archangel and generally not given to flagrant displays of favoritism.

УBefore either of us makes a decision, why donТt we meet KarenТs mother?Ф

УExcellent idea,Ф Goodness said, hurrying to his side.

УI should have thought of that myself.Ф Faster than a heartbeat, Mercy was there as well.

УI was referring to Shirley and me.Ф Gabriel stared at the two, although in reality their enthusiasm amused him greatly.

УOf course we meant to include Shirley,Ф Goodness said with a weak laugh.

УThat was understood,Ф Mercy added.

Gabriel freed himself of the two. УShirley and me alone,Ф he clarified, coughing in an effort to disguise a smile.

УOh.Ф GoodnessТs shoulders sagged with disappointment.

УOh.Ф Mercy slowly lowered herself onto a vacant chair.

УGo on without us,Ф Goodness said as though Shirley were about to step into the last available place in a lifeboat leaving a sinking ship. УWeТll wait here.Ф

УStay out of trouble,Ф Gabriel advised.

УWhat could we possibly do to cause trouble?Ф Mercy questioned.

Gabriel didnТt want to know the answer to that.



Maureen Woods lugged the heavy suitcase from the trunk of her car to the sidewalk. She stopped on her way into the small rental house to pick up the mail. After tucking a few bills and fliers under her arm, she pulled the newspaper free from its box and made her way to the front steps.

The door opened before she could fit the key into the lock, and Maureen brightened when she saw her daughter. УHi, pumpkin face.Ф

УHi. How was the trip?Ф Karen held open the screen door for her mother.

УAll right.Ф Maureen stepped inside. She slipped out of her business suit jacket and laid it over the back of the couch before removing her shoes. It felt heavenly to be out of her pumps, which were still new enough to pinch her toes.

УIТll get your suitcase for you,Ф Karen said eagerly.

Maureen appreciated the thought but knew it was too much for her daughter. УThanks, honey, but itТs too heavy.Ф

УNo, it isnТt,Ф Karen insisted. УSee?Ф With both hands and all her might, the twelve-year-old managed to lift it a scant inch off the worn carpet.