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"Please," D.J. said. "Go ahead, In fact, tell your boss to give you another assignment. Go help someone who cares." |
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Josie frowned. "You're not an easy young woman, are you?" |
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"Whoever said I was? If you want someone easy, go somewhere else." |
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"Oh, no, dear. I'm enjoying myself. In fact, I'll let you in on a little secret." Josie floated down from the top of the fence and hovered above D.J.'s head. She smiled and put her finger to her lips. "When I was a child," she whispered, "I was even more difficult to get along with than you are. Can you believe that?" |
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With a giggle, the angel disappeared. |
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"I believe it," D.J. muttered as she walked toward the restaurant. "Boy, do I believe it." |
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The first thing she saw when she entered the building was a pay phone tucked into a back corner near the rest rooms. She needed to make a calla call she wanted no one else to hearparticularly McCall. |
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After digging the required coins from her pocket and depositing them in the slot, D.J. dialed. A recorded message answered her call. Relief flooded through her. She wouldn't have to talk to him; this must be her lucky day. At the tone, she spoke. "I just wanted to let you know I'm out of town on an assignment, so I doubt I'll be calling you Sunday night. I'll get in touch when I get home." She paused for a moment, but there was nothing else to say. There never was. "'Bye, Dad." D.J. hung up. |
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Despite the estrangement between herself and |
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