A restless Bessie slumps sideways across Angel Mel’s armchair in his office. Her bright blue running shoes, one of his generous gifts from the city of Celestia, jerk up and down, and up and down. The angel stares out the window with his binoculars while Mouser observes. He shares, “Rachel tells me she spotted Gracie Allen the other day telling jokes to Winston Churchill? How cool is that?”
Bessie doesn’t answer. Her thoughts are elsewhere. Then she demands, “What happened to Felicity Marr and Rhonda Fairweather?”
“You know about them?” he wonders out loud without turning around. “How did you hear about poor Felicity and Rhonda?”
“Bodysuits Boutique,” Bessie reveals. “We tried on their images. The Soulslady went ballistic.”
He puts down his binoculars to look at her, commenting, “I shou
