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He's going to open it, Dolly thought, and there's going to be a maniac standing on the other side. The maniac will be wearing a long, over-sized trenchcoat stained here and there with blood and it's going to have holes like knife-marks in it. The maniac is going to have stringy wet hair hanging over his face, and he's going to be smiling this insane grin that only crazy people have. And I'm going to have bare seconds to make a dash for the phone to dial 9-1-1 while Bill and the Maniac wrestle on the floor. And I know how I get at times like that...I just know! I'm going to hit 9-9-1 instead. Only I won't realize what I did until I've stood there waiting for someone to answer.
Bill opened the door before she could protest again.
And on the other side, out in the hallway, this time, was an angel, faced in the opposite direction, his back towards Dolly and Bill!
An angel with wings whiter than fresh snow. An angel wearing a long robe that was too clean and too pure to be anything but artificial, Dolly thought. The angel was barefoot, and at his feet was a pair of glasses with one lens shattered.
They stood solid in the doorway, clutching each other in their arms, unable to move, unable to say anything, unable to do anything but look at the amazing sight in their hallway like this:
I'm dreaming, Dolly thought. I'm still in bed and I'm dreaming and it's going to be like one of those cheesy Lifetime movies...something either very terrible or terribly good is going to happen now, and when it's all over and done with I'm going to wake up in my own bed and it'll all either start over again or it's going to make me a better person in the long-run.
The angel, still standing with his back towards them, cleared his throat and straightened out the front of his flowing gown. "I..." he said in a deep, authoratative voice, "I am an angel of the Lord!"
Dolly and Bill just loooooked at each other. That look in his eyes was like asking her if he was dreaming as well.
"We're..." Bill said, and then gently coughed into his fist. "We're over here."
The angel looked, squinting, and then grinned foolishly. "I'm sorry," he said in a more normal-sounding voice. He stooped and picked up the glasses at his feet and put them on. "I busted up my glasses on entry again. God hates it when I do that!
"
The angel grinned at them through his shattered glasses, then straightened his robe again, cleared his voice, and said: "Anyway...I...am an angel of the Lord!"
"I'm Dolly," Dolly heard herself say. She almost extended her hand, but realized at the last minute how silly that would be.
"And I'm Bill," Bill told the angel.
"Yes, I..." the angel bumbled, "I know that. Of course. Now. It's not like I go appearing in
just anybody's house, ya know...okay, so it happened once. I did it once! I'm sorry. But hey, I'm only angel."
Again, Dolly and Bill looooooked at each other. "Why," Bill said, "why are you here?"
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