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hears about this? You know he will eventually. Why, he could pull you off of this assignment in nothing flat and with good reason.”
    â€œBut he won’t,” Mercy said with utter confidence.
    â€œHow can you be so sure?”
    â€œBecause he’d never have assigned me to this prayer request if he had anyone else to send. We both know that.”
    â€œBut he might never give you another assignment if you continue to do crazy stunts like that.”
    â€œSure he will. Gabriel has a soft spot in his heart for the three of us. I venture to say we’re his favorites, although he’d never let us know that.”
    Goodness stared at her with round, disbelieving eyes.
    â€œHe’ll forgive me just about anything,” Mercy continued, undaunted, “because I’m going to find a way to teach Leah what she must learn and as soon as she does, she’ll become pregnant.”
    â€œMercy, have you been sniffing the eggnog again?”
    â€œDon’t be ridiculous.”
    â€œBut you’ve got the most difficult assignment by far. How can you be so confident Leah’s ever going to learn what she must when so many others have failed?”
    â€œSimple,” Mercy said with a cocky tilt to her head, “I’m going to teach her. Now stop worrying about me. Let’s concentrate on what’s happening with you and Monica Fischer.”
    Goodness adjusted her wings around the troublesome light fixture. “I hate to admit it, but I’m worried. She really likes this Chet fellow.”
    â€œChet who?”
    â€œChet Costello. He’s a private investigator and from what I’ve managed to learn of him . . . let me just say this, Gabriel would need to assign a legion of angels to work with him.”
    â€œYou’re sure Monica’s infatuated with him?”
    Goodness nodded. “I read her journal this morning and it was full of all the things she felt while he kissed her. She said she never knew that kissing could be this good or that a woman felt those kinds of things when a man touched her.”
    â€œOh, my.” Mercy waved her hand in front of her heated face.
    â€œAnd that’s not the half of it.”
    â€œYou mean there’s more?”
    â€œShe wrote that she felt herself responding to him even when she promised herself she wouldn’t and how disappointed she was when he stopped.”
    â€œDo you think Michael knows about Chet?”
    â€œNo one knows, not even her father. She raced home afterwards and went directly to her room where she wrote everything down. When her father came to ask if she wanted dinner, Monica claimed she wasn’t hungry.”
    â€œKissing is better than food?” This was a whole new thought to Mercy.
    â€œApparently so.”
    Goodness wrung her hands once more, then blurted out, “Say something. Anything. I need help.”
    Mercy slowly shook her head back and forth. “You’ve got trouble.”
    â€œI know that, otherwise I wouldn’t be here. What do you suggest?”
    Mercy thought long and hard. “We both need to talk to Shirley. She’s much better at deciphering these matters than we are.”
    â€œLet’s meet at Reverend Fischer’s church at midnight in the choir loft,” Goodness suggested as she elegantly slid off the dangling fixture. “I’ll see you then.”
    Mercy nodded.
    G oodness fully intended to leave the shopping mall right then and return to Monica, who was sitting in the church office typing up the bulletin for the Sunday morning worship service. But when she shot past a video store, she skidded to a stop. Mercy seemed confident that Gabriel would leave them on their assignments because he was so shorthanded. Maybe she should test her friend’s theory, and have a little fun herself.
    Row upon row of television screens faced her. There must have been over fifty in various sizes and shapes, all tuned to the same channel.