Angels at Christmas: Those Christmas Angels / Where Angels Go. Debbie Macomber

suddenly inspired. That seemed to be the most logical step. Not that she was convinced this relationship had much of a future.

      “Out?” Mercy repeated. “You mean like on a date?”

      “Yes, a date. He implied that he was interested in getting her on neutral turf, remember?” That was the way humans generally did those things, Goodness reasoned, because then no one had an unfair advantage. She gave a rueful grin. Humans tended to be so competitive….

      “Roy doesn’t date,” Mercy pointed out. “Not in years. He’s forgotten how. Besides, he’s got this thing about women.” From the exasperated look she wore, one might think Goodness had suggested Roy propose marriage as his next move.

      “Then he has to believe it isn’t a date.” Goodness’s head was spinning. Surely there was some social event he was obliged to attend. December was the month for that sort of function.

      “Think,” Mercy demanded.

      Suddenly the air brightened and with a sound like thunder the Archangel Gabriel joined them. He held a massive volume in his hands. The Book of Lives. “How’s it going, ladies?” he inquired.

      The three of them rushed to give him brief updates. “Great,” Goodness said cheerfully.

      “Yes—very good,” Mercy seconded.

      “We think Julie Wilcoff is the answer to Anne’s prayer,” Shirley told him. “They’re together now.”

      Gabriel seemed impressed. “And you three arranged that?”

      Goodness swallowed hard. If she admitted their role in the bike accident, it could mean trouble. Much better if Gabriel didn’t know about their little scheme. “Not entirely,” she said—which was the truth. Still, it sounded becomingly modest.

      “How’s Anne?” Gabriel surprised her by asking.

      Shirley, Goodness and Mercy froze. If he found out that Shirley had appeared to Anne, they could forget ever coming to Earth again. “Fine,” Goodness said, and to her horror her voice squeaked. “She’s painting Roy’s office windows on Wednesday.”

      “An angel scene, if I remember correctly,” Gabriel said, studying them carefully.

      “What a nice idea.” Mercy looked frantically to her friends for help.

      “I can’t imagine where she came up with that idea.” Gabriel’s eyes seemed to bore straight through them.

      The three of them huddled close together. “It’s that time of year, isn’t it?” Goodness asked. “I mean, humans seem to associate Christmas with angels.”

      Mercy spread her wings and stepped forward. “Glory to God in the Highest,” she said.

      “Glory to God,” Shirley echoed.

      “Exactly,” Goodness said. “We were there to announce the good news to the shepherds that night. Well, not us, exactly, but angels like us.”

      “I know all about that night, Goodness.”

      “Of course you do,” she said.

      “Now, back to the matter of Anne’s prayer request.”

      “Yes, Your Archangelness,” Mercy said.

      Her friend didn’t play the role of innocent well, Goodness thought. She resisted the urge to elbow Mercy, since she couldn’t do it without being obvious.

      “What are your plans?” Gabriel asked, scrutinizing them.

      “Funny you should ask,” Goodness said. “We were just discussing that. I don’t think Roy’s going to come right out and ask Julie for a date. He wouldn’t be comfortable with such a direct approach.”

      “He enjoys watching the parade of boats,” Gabriel said, flipping through the pages of the book. He looked up again. “Were you aware of that?”

      It was all Goodness could do not to sidle over and take a peek.

      Gabriel’s attention returned to the page. “The last couple of Decembers, he’s stood on his balcony alone and watched the decorated watercraft float by.”

      “And he’s wished there was someone with him to share the experience,” Shirley said. Goodness figured she was just guessing, but she’d probably guessed right.

      Gabriel confirmed it. “That wish has been fleeting, but it is one he’s entertained.”

      “Julie’s so athletic, I’ll bet she’s a great sailor. She loves the water,” Mercy ventured.

      “So does Roy,” Gabriel said. “Or he did at one time. Unfortunately, he hasn’t sailed in years.”

      “Aimee used to sail with him, didn’t she?” Goodness asked, although she was fairly sure she knew the answer.

      “Roy sold his sailboat after they split up. He hasn’t been out on Puget Sound since.”

      “How sad for him.” Shirley sighed as she said it.

      “Perhaps we could—”

      “Carry on,” Gabriel said. He seemed to be in a hurry now. “You’re doing a fine job so far.”

      “We are?” Goodness couldn’t keep herself from saying. “I mean, yes, I know. We’re working very hard on this request.”

      “Good.” Then as quickly as he’d come, the Archangel vanished.