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But there was sex. Yessir.
And this evident sea-change in Daniel pleased his guardian angel. Coincidentally, something was happening to Sonny Lemontina, also. Sometimes Daniel came home to a spotless apartment, sometimes he even caught the big, burly seraphim in the process of vacuuming or washing the kitchen floor. Sonny was becoming more human, more personable, friendlier. He spoke to Daniel man-to-man.
УHello,Ф he might greet his host.
УSonny,Ф Daniel might say, entering his now very attractive apartment. УWhatТs that I smell?Ф
УIТm trying to roast a chicken. Never done it before but, hell, all you gotta do is what the book says, right?Ф
УMy stars,Ф Daniel might say.
And, over time, the two became relaxed and transcendent in their discussions. Sonny began to make more sense. The two men discussed life, love, loss, eternity, childhoods, the future, the present, the past. In short, they became close, each confiding in the other, each offering parts of themselves up for examination, each seeing light where before, perhaps, there was obscurity. And, if sometimes Daniel forgot that Sonny Lemontina was his guardian angel, sometimes Sonny Lemontina felt as if he were heavenly, a conscious agent with a purpose, a celestial spirit.
One afternoon, when Daniel came home, the apartment was empty. He walked through it as if it were a museum and he the only visitor. He had to be quiet. He had to be reverential. Where was Sonny? Where was his angel? Daniel felt momentary unsteadiness, as if the shoulder he had been leaning on had suddenly evaporated, or gone all mushy and peculiar.
Then the door opened and there was Sonny, resplendent in a new suit. He sparkled.
УWhere have you been?Ф Daniel said, a grin of pride sneaking upon him unawares.
УI got a job today,Ф Sonny said.
УWow,Ф Daniel managed.
УI had to borrow some of the catfood money to get clothes. IТll pay you back, my compadre. Had to look my best for this position. And, of course, they saw the light in old Sonny and hired him on the spot. Whaddya say we get the girls over here tonight and make it a real celebration?Ф
УYes, yes, of course,Ф Daniel said. He couldnТt help but think of TestineТs supernal backside, one of GodТs finest creations, a plush ticket to the imperishable.
УGreat,Ф Sonny said, rubbing his giant meathooks together.
And then suddenly, like sheet lightning, he threw his arms around the glowing Daniel. He held him like a lover for a few moments and then stepped back to look into his little eyes.
УWe are among the exalted of the earth,Ф Sonny Lemontina said.
And Daniel could only agree, life in its pied beauty opening up before him like a Euchologion. And late into that holy night, after the women had come and gone, leaving the apartment perfumed like an odah, the two men sat side by side and, without self-consciousness, they held each otherТs hand, two sanctified men. And, of course, SonnyТs job was at Calvary Church, as a maintenance man, for now, but he had designs on the priesthood, not in any organized church, mind you, but out on the streets where life was lived, where men were closer to spiritualized beings, where the light from a thousand homeless souls could flicker in the gloaming like fireflies. SonnyТs church already existed in the parks and gutters, in Dreamland, in New Jerusalem.
Daniel Eldritch married Testine, impregnated her with a boy-child whom they named Zeke for Ezekial, was promoted at the bank, quit the bank, wrote a bestselling novel about a man who is transformed by imagination, which is magic, see, which, for all we have learned, is still as close to heaven as man comes, daily, daily, daily. Yessir.