CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Gabe paced the room, mumbling, “Charley’s kidding me. How in blue heavens does he expect me to stop Mick and Bud from bullying others? What do I do? Go up to them and tell them they’re not being nice? Please stop.” Gabe snorted. “I hear them laughing now.”
He turned to walk in the other direction and bumped into a corner of the bed. “Ouch! Clumsy me.” He rubbed his throbbing leg. “See, Charley, I can’t even walk straight, and you expect me to, to teach Mick and Bud manners. You praying for a miracle or something?” He shook his head. “You know, of course, miracles occur only in peoples’ dreams.”
“Are you sure?” The angel’s voice echoed in the quiet house.
Gabe eased down on the edge of the bed. “Until someone proves me wrong, yes, I’m sure.”
“You won’t be alone. I s
