The Paperback Edition…
“You can ‘do’ things?” I asked quickly. Suddenly, I was no longer so sleepy.
“What kind of things? Can you perform miracles? Can you cure sick people? Can you grant wishes from…from really deserving people? Can you change things?” I rattled off my questions like machine gun fire .
Fred swayed back a little…
“Hey, hey! Don’t get too excited, Tobey. GA’s…if I may abbreviate…work in the background. Think of us like agents…like the CIA or MI6…we have many powers but we also have limits.”
“Oh…” I said with considerable less enthusiasm. “No miracles. No magic. No changing the world…right? ”
“Right.” answered Fred.
I thought for a few moments and then very hesitantly asked…
“Could you make it possible for a person as in…me…to visit Heaven to see Iris and Rain? Just a short visit…or could you arrange it so they could come down here? Just for a few minutes?” But even as I was asking…I already knew the answer.
Unwanted tears were forming in my eyes. I missed them so much.
“No, Tobey, I can’t do that.” Fred said softly and then I sensed a comforting warmth on my arms and back that made me feel less sad. It was like a very loving hug.
“Is that what you do? I asked Fred.
“That is what we do a lot. And…sometimes…we add an extraordinary amount of a powerful laxative to a very despicable and obnoxious boy’s cup of punch when he is being very unkind to one of our “people”.
“OMG!!!…do you mean Albert Simmons, my super creep date to the 11th grade Snow Dance? ”
“Precisely.” said Fred.
“He never lived down the embarrassment of that night. He had to have his parents come to the dance to take him home…he couldn’t even drive.”
I chuckled…thinking of that night so long ago…Albert thought he was so cute and so charming and God’s gift to all girls…
“He had to go to a different school for his senior year…someplace where he wasn’t called ‘Poopy.'” I smiled broadly and then yawned.
I finished off the Jim Beam, looked at my kitchen clock and saw that it was almost 3:30 a.m.
“I have to go to bed, Fred. I need to sleep.”
Imagine this, I thought…talking to my guardian angel at 3:30 in the morning…just like I would talk to my cat Emma…or even a real, live person.
“Sure, I understand.” said Fred as he floated across the living room and down the hall.
I followed behind, turning off the lights as we went…so abnormally normal.