Angel Mel gazes into the Sacred Telescope, a can of Hector’s Nectar dangling from his hand. “Yep, okay, I’ve got Jason, I mean Arturo. He’s walking, more like stumbling … he’s almost at the diner. Looks very down in the dumps.”
“Maybe this is too hard on him, asking him to be so close to Bessie and his family.” Angel Rachel perches on a large rock nearby, sipping her soda. “He’s strong, that young man, but everyone has their breaking point.”
“Okay, I’m focused inside the diner. That cute waitress is serving a table near the window. I can almost taste those savory spices all the way to Heaven. Wish I could just maybe drop in for a nice bowl of—”
Angel Rachel jumps up. “Okay, my turn.” She adjusts the focus. The milky swirls disappear. “Jason has just come in; he’s upset. There’s Angel Ro
