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her mind completely. The woman was realor as real as an angel could behowever real that was. She didn't have the brain power right now to question why she, who denied the existence of God, heaven, and angels, would suddenly believe she had an angel in her kitchen. Perhaps because the opposite side of the coin appealed to her even less. If Josie wasn't an angelthen D.J. was insane. |
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Another question occurred to her, and D.J. let her hand fall back to the table. "Why me?" |
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"I mean, why do I rate a guardian angel? I told you, I've never believed in God." |
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Josie didn't answer right away. She took her time getting out a bowl, ladling the soup, and then placing a spoon into the steaming liquid. She carried the bowl to the table and set the soup down in front of D.J. Taking a seat at the opposite side of the table, Josie put her chin in her hand. |
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"God believes in you, D.J. He believes in us all. He won't let you flounder along through life if there's a way to help. I'm your help." |
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"Help for what? Is my life in danger?" |
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Josie sat up straight. "Eat." She waved at the bowl of soup. "It'll get cold." |
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D.J. put a spoonful into her mouth. The soup tasted as good as it smelled. "I could get used to this," D.J. said between spoonfuls. "But, as my father always said, nothing good lasts forever." |
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Josie frowned as she leaned forward once more. "You believe that?" |
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"Sure. I never saw anything to contradict what good old Dad told me." |
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