Angel Mel peers into the Sacred Telescope on top of the great cliff. Behind him, Angels Rachel and Jigjag wait as they politely discuss their day.
“I’m worried about the two boys, Harris and Aleksy. They’ve suffered so much a***e already. For what? For living their inner truth,” Angel Rachel says, polishing her glasses with a square of silk she takes from her pocket.
“They should be admired for their integrity and bravery, not shunned by their families and beaten up by their peers.” Angel Jigjag shakes his head in despair while he nibbles on a bag of NecNac Snaks, a delectable treat made from nectarines and cinnamon, dried and sliced into wafer-thin chips. “When will they ever learn? Love is love. Pure and simple.”
“Oh, no!” Angel Mel cries out. “This can’t be happening!”
The two angel
