Or would she be? What would Exene have really thought of her if they ever stood face-to-face, the black kid who bought concert tickets and albums like all the other kids? (She’d spotted an older black guy, maybe in his twenties, right down by the front of the stage at one of their first concerts and had thought, hooray, I’m not the only one!)
Maybe Exene was just like all the other angels, looking down on her and Ryan from some lofty pedestal, too bored and disinterested to lift a dirty wing to come to their aid. Perhaps Exene wasn’t the sort of angel who cared to be bothered with the prayers of young black girls. Maybe what Lia needed to do was get Megan Hamilton to beseech Exene on her behalf.
