Calling the Shots by Annie Dalton

Author:Annie Dalton [Dalton, Annie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lazy Chair Press
Published: 2013-06-20T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

All through Texas and into Oklahoma, I stuck to Honesty like glue.

I didn’t just beam vibes, I chatted to her nonstop. I even sang to her. I figured, if it works with coma victims, it might work with Honesty too. Assuming Orlando was right, her fragile energy system was getting a twenty-four-hour battering from PODS FM. Our vibes are designed to make humans feel stronger, so they can get on with whatever they came to Earth to do. But the vibes the PODS put out literally poison human hearts and minds, making their lives seem totally meaningless.

Humans have free will as you know, so I couldn’t physically disconnect Honesty from the PODS, even if I knew how. She had to do that herself. My job as Honesty’s guardian angel was to remind her there were other cosmic vibes available: uplifting, inspiring, groovy, feel-good vibes.

We sat in the back of the pick-up, rattling across huge empty prairies under an equally huge empty sky. Oklahoma weather is really something else. One minute we’d be driving along in a blizzard, the next we’d be basking in hot sunlight. In one place we ran into the tail end of one of those mid-western twisters (that’s like a cyclone). To everyone’s horror, it started raining frogs!

Rose and Honesty shrieked and threw the icky things out as fast as they landed. But I totally refused to let a local frog storm distract me from my mission.

Once I was quite sure that frogs had stopped falling out of the sky, I settled down beside Honesty, and told her the story of my own short, sweet but incredibly cool life on Earth. Oh, and I set her straight about that cloud-filled waiting room, in case she was worrying. “Heaven won’t be the same for your papa as it is for me, obviously,” I explained. “For one thing, I was only thirteen when I died. But if he has half the fun that me and Lola have, I promise he’ll be having a ball!”

I also apologised to Honesty for dissing her the way I did, when she turned out to be just a regular person instead of some precocious child star.

“You’re really special, Honesty,” I told her. “And you have your own special path to follow. But your dad’s death really shocked you and the PODS took advantage. I am your guardian angel and I’m going to help you through this, OK?”

One afternoon the Bloomfields picked up a Mexican woman with a baby.The woman had obviously been walking for hours, and was completely exhausted. Rose immediately put down her book and took the baby, so his mother could take a nap in the back of the truck. The baby started grizzling and she hushed him in her arms, and started to sing a Twenties ballad about true love and apple blossom, only she made it sound like a lullaby. She had a surprisingly tuneful voice.

I was completely charmed. It was the first time I’d seen this softer side of Rose.

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