CHAPTER FOURTEEN
As Gabe moseyed over to join Charley, he mumbled under his breath, trying to figure out if angels truly existed or if his imagination had gone wild. “I may be slow with my studies, and I may not spell cat and other words correctly, but I’m sure of one thing. Charley, except for his cowboy boots and hat, looks ethereal, the way Mr. Smith described the boy in my painting. What exactly does ‘ethereal’ mean, however? Not human, right? So, angel works.”
Charley snapped his fingers, bringing him back to the moment. “Hey, kid, sit down.”
As if a magnet pulled him to the ground, he sat.
“Now, tell me why you are talking to yourself and staring at me like I’m an alien creature? A CREATURE. Heaven, forbid.” He frowned. “I am an angel, like I told you before.”
Gabe scratched his
