Walking in the Midst of Fire
“Chandler,” Montagin announced as they entered the kitchen, and Remy watched as the old woman jumped at the sound of his voice. “He has some questions to ask you, and I would appreciate if you answered them.”Montagin then looked to him. “I will be in the study if you should need me,” the angel announced before turning to go back the way they’d come.“Would you like some coffee, Mr. Chandler?” the woman asked, pushing back her chair as she started to stand.Remy watched her, and knew at once that she was blind. It was no surprise to him; Angels who functioned on Earth had a tendency to surround themselves with the sightless. There was something about the affliction that lent itself to the service of Heavenly beings.Some said it had something to do with the sightless being able to see—sense—angels as they truly were and not as their human alter egos.“That would be very nice, Ms. . . . ?”“Bridget will suffice,” she said with a pleasant smile, fingers gently laid upon the tabletop as she mov...ed around the furniture to get to the stove, where a pot of coffee sat.She poured him a steaming cup of the dark liquid and carefully set it down in front of him without spilling a drop.“Cream and sugar?”MoreLess
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