Dolly stammered: "Me!? What about
him!" she jabbed Bill in the side with one finger, making Bill jump. "I have been nothing but kind and generous and--"
"I'm not here to judge you," the angel told her as the cracked lens in his glasses crumbled out and fell to the floor. "I'm here because you're reckless. You're dangerous. You're careless and--"
"Excuse me!?" Dolly said, stepping forward. She felt Bill's hand gently grab her by the elbow. The angel took an absent step back away from her. Dolly balked and stuttered in disbelief, "are-are-are you sure that you have the right Dolly here? Dolly at 2379 Righteous Way? Dolly, the daughter of Hagatha? Bake sale Dolly that makes those pink-frosting cupcakes that everybody loves?"
Bill cleared his throat and Dolly shot him a glance. He sank away from her.
"You're obviously mistaken," she told the angel then. "I am a pinnacle of..."
"The only thing you're a pinnacle of," the angel told her, "is getting yourself into trouble without even knowing about it. Without ever realizing what great dangers you've been in. Do you know how many times I've had to catch something in the mere seconds before it bonks you in the head? Do you know how many banana peels you've almost skidded on in your life? It hurts skidding on banana peels, believe you me. Angels really aren't built to do the splits, especially when they're built like me."
"Banana splits," Bill whispered in awe. Dolly shot him another glance, and he shut up.
"So, what are you doing here?" Dolly asked the angel. "Shouldn't you be invisible and helping people out? Don't you have a job to do? Are you just here to complain and whine?"
(go...hee hee hee
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