“Wow, Mel, being able to just show up in that spiritual medium’s reading with Bessie and my mom … that was just so … so …” Ash’s enthusiasm is contagious. She jumps around in her purple rhinestone platforms and blinding pink mini. “Jason, we did it!”
The two teens and one colorfully shirted angel are standing in a beautiful clearing in the woods after their return from the H.E.V.N. recording studios in the crystal obelisk. The air is warm with a breeze as light as a bird’s wing. Exquisite butterflies flit from Queen Anne’s lace to wild lilac and roses. A chipmunk chases his mate up and down a nearby elm. Sloping downhill from the clearing, the ground gives way to a creek that gurgles and trickles in a winding pattern. A pair of eagles sits on a large flat-topped stone at the edge of the w
