Wish for Santa: Average Angel by Felicity Green

Author:Felicity Green [Green, Felicity]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-01-17T00:00:00+00:00

13

That night, I put a candle in my window. As I lit it and blew out the match, I stared out the window into the dark night sky, imagining Zack looking in from wherever he was. I imagined that angels resided somewhere “up there” in Heaven, even though it didn’t quite jibe with what I knew about space from science class. There wasn’t so much an “up” as an infinite space around us. Where were God and the angels supposed to be, exactly?

I remembered that archangels in Vito’s book were described as an alien race—and hadn’t Zack said something along those lines?

As the rising heat from the candle’s flame warmed my face, I thought about the story of the original fallen angels, who had come down to earth as shooting stars and burned through to the core of Earth. Hell, where the demons resided, had to be located somewhere below the earth’s surface. Even though one would have thought geologists might have noticed some evidence of that by now.

I sighed and went to bed, giving up on trying to amalgamate the two world-views—the one I had always taken for granted and the one I had recently been confronted with. Instead of worrying about the bigger picture, I needed to concentrate on the problem at hand.

And even though Zack had made it clear to me that he disapproved of this wish and that he wasn’t happy with me picking it, I needed his help. Fair enough if he didn’t want to tell me who Sam’s father was. All I wanted was for him to put me in contact with a real witch, and I would take it from there.

I planned on being open and honest with him about my fears for my sisters. I would explain to him why I couldn’t drop this wish, no matter how much he didn’t want me involved in this particular situation. I would make him understand that I needed to fulfill Sam’s Christmas wish and that my interest in Sam’s father didn’t go beyond that. Of course, I was really curious, but the man could have been Lucifer himself for all I cared—as long as he spent a little bit of time with his son on December twenty-fifth.

Surely, Zack wouldn’t leave me hanging, right?

Wrong.

The next day, I walked to “our” bench on my lunch break and waited for him to meet me there as per my candle request.

He didn’t show.

I sat there for almost an hour, freezing my ass off, and went through the seven stages of being stood up: anticipation, slight irritation, dissipating hope, frustration, anger, self-doubt, and wrath.

I managed to get through my shift at the diner. I only broke a few cups and plates, served people wrong orders, and spent a good while in the bathroom, crying. Aunt Jeannie was tiptoeing around me, and the customers didn’t dare talk to me anymore.

During dinner with my family, I didn’t mumble so much as a word. Then I showered and threw myself a pity

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