“This Angel Court is now in session,” Angel Boyd’s voice booms through the small room. “The honorable Angel Rachel presiding.”
The angel in question sweeps out in her usual grand fashion from behind the bench. In the spectator seats, Fiona fidgets with her necklace. Angel Mel chats to Angel Lionel. The Soulslady, in an unbecoming brown suit, scowls beside a waving Jarrod, out of his Air Heaven uniform.
Behind the defendants’ podium, an anxious Ash and Bessie stand side-by-side. Bessie’s fingers reach up to touch her scar before resting on her 4-leaf clover brooch for a moment. Ash busies herself applying lip gloss.
Angel Rachel takes her seat, adjusting her glasses to read from papers she picks up from her desk. When she speaks, her voice is almost conversational. “Although technically,
