make people confide in him, was an emanation born of the innate love that formed his soul. Not sexual love, not the physical desire that had clearly been unknown to him, but spiritual love, a clear, bright, burning flame that lit him from within, and warmed everyone who came in contact with him.
People would respond to that warmth, and the more they hurt, the more they shivered from cold despair, the more they needed him. Because not only did he radiate warmth, he possessed profound wisdom. Partly, Ellie was sure, it was an innate part of being an angel, but it had been honed, expanded and developed by millennia of listening to the range of emotions confided in him.
Her thoughts were rudely interrupted.
Peter
might be an angel, he might be irresistible, but he didn’t have the patience of a saint. He poked her in the ribs, “Ellie, stop thinking and talk to me. I need to find a way to support myself, and I need your help to do it.”
“Okay. A counselor. Well, of course we need plenty of those on Earth. None of the one’s we have are likely to be as good as you, but you don’t have any Earth-type qualifications. In fact, you don’t have any papers at all. That could be a problem.”
She wrinkled her brow, “You’re going to need some. There are ways to do these things, people who could do it, at least all the crime genre books suggest there are, but I don’t know anyone.”
Peter
looked up at the ceiling, “I know some pretty powerful people. I mean, up there, you have the Supreme Being. He created an entire world in six days. There’s got to be a way of creating an identity for me.”
Ellie’s eyes widened until they hurt, “You mean you’d ask G…”
Peter
laughed, “No. I don’t think I need to bother the Boss. Someone on the lower levels will do it for me. I’ve always been a bit of a pet up there. It’s just another form of indulgence.”
“Oh. How will they send it to you?”
“Let me worry about that.
Angels
are good at discretion. We’re here all the time, but how many people ever realize that? Very few, and those who know it, can never actually identify who the angels are. Believe me, the things I need won’t be delivered to me in a fiery chariot, with winged angels driving, sounding golden trumpets.”
“If you have that kind of backup available, why do you need my help?”
“They can provide the papers, the ID, the qualifications, but you know how things work on Earth. You know where I can look for a job. You can tell me what exactly happens in a job interview. I’ve heard some strange things about those. They surely can’t ask the kinds of questions I’ve been told they do.”
“Why? What do you mean?”
“One of my clients said it was common to ask someone to name their biggest fault. That’s stupid. Why would anyone in their right mind tell a prospective employer the worst thing about themselves? It’s encouraging them to lie, and I can’t support that.”
Ellie giggled, “At least it leads to creative lying. You have to try to make your fault a strength , like ‘I tend to be a perfectionist” or ‘I am a bit of a workaholic.” Something like that.”
Peter
huffed out a disgusted breath, “It’s wrong, and it’s stupid. I won’t do it.” His eyes glowed with the blue fire of righteousness.
“Well, what will you do if they ask you to list your faults?”
His face was a study in complete bafflement. He opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again, “I’m an angel. I’ve never had to consider any faults.” He rested his chin on the palm of his hand, fist lightly clenched. “Curiosity I suppose. If I hadn’t had that I wouldn’t have fallen,” he looked over at Ellie, still lying naked on the bed, “but considering where it got me, and with whom, it’s hard to think of that as a fault.” He dropped his hand to Ellie’s shoulder, and straightened his head. “If they ask me such a stupid question I will refuse to answer. They will have to accept
People would respond to that warmth, and the more they hurt, the more they shivered from cold despair, the more they needed him. Because not only did he radiate warmth, he possessed profound wisdom. Partly, Ellie was sure, it was an innate part of being an angel, but it had been honed, expanded and developed by millennia of listening to the range of emotions confided in him.
Her thoughts were rudely interrupted.
Peter
might be an angel, he might be irresistible, but he didn’t have the patience of a saint. He poked her in the ribs, “Ellie, stop thinking and talk to me. I need to find a way to support myself, and I need your help to do it.”
“Okay. A counselor. Well, of course we need plenty of those on Earth. None of the one’s we have are likely to be as good as you, but you don’t have any Earth-type qualifications. In fact, you don’t have any papers at all. That could be a problem.”
She wrinkled her brow, “You’re going to need some. There are ways to do these things, people who could do it, at least all the crime genre books suggest there are, but I don’t know anyone.”
Peter
looked up at the ceiling, “I know some pretty powerful people. I mean, up there, you have the Supreme Being. He created an entire world in six days. There’s got to be a way of creating an identity for me.”
Ellie’s eyes widened until they hurt, “You mean you’d ask G…”
Peter
laughed, “No. I don’t think I need to bother the Boss. Someone on the lower levels will do it for me. I’ve always been a bit of a pet up there. It’s just another form of indulgence.”
“Oh. How will they send it to you?”
“Let me worry about that.
Angels
are good at discretion. We’re here all the time, but how many people ever realize that? Very few, and those who know it, can never actually identify who the angels are. Believe me, the things I need won’t be delivered to me in a fiery chariot, with winged angels driving, sounding golden trumpets.”
“If you have that kind of backup available, why do you need my help?”
“They can provide the papers, the ID, the qualifications, but you know how things work on Earth. You know where I can look for a job. You can tell me what exactly happens in a job interview. I’ve heard some strange things about those. They surely can’t ask the kinds of questions I’ve been told they do.”
“Why? What do you mean?”
“One of my clients said it was common to ask someone to name their biggest fault. That’s stupid. Why would anyone in their right mind tell a prospective employer the worst thing about themselves? It’s encouraging them to lie, and I can’t support that.”
Ellie giggled, “At least it leads to creative lying. You have to try to make your fault a strength , like ‘I tend to be a perfectionist” or ‘I am a bit of a workaholic.” Something like that.”
Peter
huffed out a disgusted breath, “It’s wrong, and it’s stupid. I won’t do it.” His eyes glowed with the blue fire of righteousness.
“Well, what will you do if they ask you to list your faults?”
His face was a study in complete bafflement. He opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again, “I’m an angel. I’ve never had to consider any faults.” He rested his chin on the palm of his hand, fist lightly clenched. “Curiosity I suppose. If I hadn’t had that I wouldn’t have fallen,” he looked over at Ellie, still lying naked on the bed, “but considering where it got me, and with whom, it’s hard to think of that as a fault.” He dropped his hand to Ellie’s shoulder, and straightened his head. “If they ask me such a stupid question I will refuse to answer. They will have to accept
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