in amazing detail, right down to the tiny eyelashes. The angel’s robe was snowy white, trimmed with gold and tied at the waist by a teal colored sash.
The angel was holding a miniature replica of the Earth, looking down on it lovingly. It was almost the same look Breezy had on her face as she looked down on the water globe. Instead of snow, it held iridescent glitter cut into the shape of tiny stars. Breezy turned the globe upside down and noticed a switch on the bottom. She wound up the music box and flipped the switch to the ‘on’ position. A light shined upwards through the bottom of the globe, illuminating the angel with a halo effect that caused the stars to twinkle brightly as they drifted down. Breezy sat the globe on the table carefully. As it turned and the stars drifted gracefully about the angel, it played the melody, “Earth Angel.”
“Earth Angel. Hmm, it looks to me like ‘someone you’ve never met’ and ‘have only seen once’ knows you better than you think,” Susan said, reminding Breezy of her words.
“Oh, Susan; this is just pure coincidence.”
“Maybe so, but it fits in perfectly with the collection of angels and water globes you began a lifetime ago. It’s an awfully odd coincidence, if you ask me.”
“It does fit in perfectly, but there’s no way he could have known. It’s just one of those things.”
“One of those things called Fate, perhaps?”
Chapter 5 “Perfect Stranger”
Back in the cold reality of an overcast New York morning, Patrick Day paced the polished hardwood floor of his private office in fury. Oh, he was angry at himself and his volatile Irish/Italian temperament only intensified his steadily increasing rage. He didn’t regret saving Brittany’s life; of course not. God knows, there was wasn’t much in life he cared about, especially not women, but there was no way he could have left her to die in that furnace of a parking lot. No, he wasn’t mad at himself for that, but he was seriously pissed off at the strange reactions she had awakened in him and thoroughly confused by his uncharacteristic actions towards her ever since. The steel control he kept on his emotions had been compromised and he damn well didn’t like it!
Patrick cringed at the thought of the last gift he had sent to her…a musical water globe, its round glass enclosing a small porcelain angel that had reminded him of Brittany. Pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes, he remembered the water globe’s tinkling tune, “Earth Angel.” It was one of those embarrassingly romantic songs he had arranged to be dedicated to her on the radio last night.
“Of all the monumentally stupid things to do!” he groaned aloud. “Damn it! What on earth was I thinking? What, in God’s name, possessed me to go so completely overboard?” Patrick agonized, tugging roughly at his wild ebony locks with both hands.
Well, it was too late now. No matter how much he wished he could just take it all back, the damage was done and there was nothing he could do about it. Patrick’s inability to contemplate, let alone foresee, the consequences of his foolishness left him feeling unsure of himself for the first time in a long time. This rare self-doubt added fuel to the flame of his anger, causing him to lash out at everyone around him. Patrick literally snarled out his orders, left, right and center, to anyone who dared come within his range. “The Heartless Lion” was back with a vengeance and the entire building trembled at his roar!
Finally deciding further analysis of his bizarre reactions to Brittany would be an entirely useless exercise, Patrick stopped pacing the floor and flung himself into his chair. Settling behind his desk, he opened the file Liam had left with him this morning. Minutes ticked by in silence as he stared blankly at the first page of the monthly progress report. The words and numbers he’d just read failed to make any sense as Brittany continued to haunt his thoughts,
The angel was holding a miniature replica of the Earth, looking down on it lovingly. It was almost the same look Breezy had on her face as she looked down on the water globe. Instead of snow, it held iridescent glitter cut into the shape of tiny stars. Breezy turned the globe upside down and noticed a switch on the bottom. She wound up the music box and flipped the switch to the ‘on’ position. A light shined upwards through the bottom of the globe, illuminating the angel with a halo effect that caused the stars to twinkle brightly as they drifted down. Breezy sat the globe on the table carefully. As it turned and the stars drifted gracefully about the angel, it played the melody, “Earth Angel.”
“Earth Angel. Hmm, it looks to me like ‘someone you’ve never met’ and ‘have only seen once’ knows you better than you think,” Susan said, reminding Breezy of her words.
“Oh, Susan; this is just pure coincidence.”
“Maybe so, but it fits in perfectly with the collection of angels and water globes you began a lifetime ago. It’s an awfully odd coincidence, if you ask me.”
“It does fit in perfectly, but there’s no way he could have known. It’s just one of those things.”
“One of those things called Fate, perhaps?”
Chapter 5 “Perfect Stranger”
Back in the cold reality of an overcast New York morning, Patrick Day paced the polished hardwood floor of his private office in fury. Oh, he was angry at himself and his volatile Irish/Italian temperament only intensified his steadily increasing rage. He didn’t regret saving Brittany’s life; of course not. God knows, there was wasn’t much in life he cared about, especially not women, but there was no way he could have left her to die in that furnace of a parking lot. No, he wasn’t mad at himself for that, but he was seriously pissed off at the strange reactions she had awakened in him and thoroughly confused by his uncharacteristic actions towards her ever since. The steel control he kept on his emotions had been compromised and he damn well didn’t like it!
Patrick cringed at the thought of the last gift he had sent to her…a musical water globe, its round glass enclosing a small porcelain angel that had reminded him of Brittany. Pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes, he remembered the water globe’s tinkling tune, “Earth Angel.” It was one of those embarrassingly romantic songs he had arranged to be dedicated to her on the radio last night.
“Of all the monumentally stupid things to do!” he groaned aloud. “Damn it! What on earth was I thinking? What, in God’s name, possessed me to go so completely overboard?” Patrick agonized, tugging roughly at his wild ebony locks with both hands.
Well, it was too late now. No matter how much he wished he could just take it all back, the damage was done and there was nothing he could do about it. Patrick’s inability to contemplate, let alone foresee, the consequences of his foolishness left him feeling unsure of himself for the first time in a long time. This rare self-doubt added fuel to the flame of his anger, causing him to lash out at everyone around him. Patrick literally snarled out his orders, left, right and center, to anyone who dared come within his range. “The Heartless Lion” was back with a vengeance and the entire building trembled at his roar!
Finally deciding further analysis of his bizarre reactions to Brittany would be an entirely useless exercise, Patrick stopped pacing the floor and flung himself into his chair. Settling behind his desk, he opened the file Liam had left with him this morning. Minutes ticked by in silence as he stared blankly at the first page of the monthly progress report. The words and numbers he’d just read failed to make any sense as Brittany continued to haunt his thoughts,
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