“Now I’m more afraid of this guy with the blue eyes than I am of Jason.” Bessie is full of frustration as she strolls beside Angel Mel and Mouser along the cliff on their way to the Sacred Telescope. “I don’t care anymore how awful it was when I died. I just want to know the truth. I want to get it over with.”
“Good evening, Angel Rainbow Sunshine.” Angel Mel is ever so polite to the singing angel as they stop for a brief chat. “And how was your vacation on the coast?”
“Oh, just heavenly, Angel Mel,” she tells him, beaming with delight. She attempts to tune her guitar. “Learned a whole bunch of new songs, too. Want to hear some?”
He quickens his step, taking Bessie by the elbow. She whistles to Mouser sniffing noses with the St. Bernard. Angel Mel adds, “Another time, perhaps. I’m sure
