MIX WELL WITH FOUR-YEAR-OLD TWINS WHO BELIEVE IN ANGELS...
“Send an angel to watch over Mommy,” Abraham said in a rush, then added, “Please.” He opened his eyes. “Did it work?”
Angelina looked toward the neon-striped ceiling of the hotel room. “Maybe they’re invisible.”
“Here comes Mommy.” Angelina scrambled down from her perch and into the other bed. The faded cotton blanket she pulled up to her chin contrasted with the pristine white lace on the cuffs of her nightgown.
“Are the angels here yet?” Abraham whispered.
“I heard their wings flutter.” Angelina yawned as her eyes drifted closed.
(from UNLIKELY ANGEL, copyright Genene Valleau, writing as Genie Gabriel)