“Thank you, Romona. You’re an angel.”
“Some call me the devil.”
“I don’t believe that for a second.”
“Trust me, since my baby angels drown in Lake Winnapaw I’ve been perceived as hell and fury on earth.”
“I can’t see that, friend. You’re going to make a special girl very happy by doing this.”
“Well, it’s good to know that some people don’t think I’m a demon.”
Our conversation ended with simple and tender goodbyes.
* * * *
I phoned Cal Pipp and told him the good news.
“It’s not true! You’re kidding me, right?”
“It’s true, Cal. Angie will be riding on a float in the Fourth of July Parade. Either you or your sister can ride with her.”
“You’re amazing,” he said, overjoyed because of my act. “If you were here beside me, I’d kiss you. I’ll pay you back. Someway. Somehow. This won’t be
