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Angel, Baby
Angel, Baby
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The headlines read that a boy disappeared. Everyone thinks he died.
Mr. Witherspoon was universally disliked, it was rumored that he had the gift of prophecy and whatever he predicted, whether put in the language of a prediction or not, always came to pass.
Angel Robertson’s parents are celebrity recording artists, on the road a lot, leaving Angel in the care of neighbors. The radio is Angel’s only connection with his parents. Every time he hears one of their records he sings along and as soon as the song ends he caresses the radio, often cradling it in his arms. As he matures, the radio becomes an important tool in his hands. Angel has inherited unusual powers.
Excerpt:
Jenny stood alone on the veranda, enjoying the sunset. It had been a very happy day indeed. She was married to the man she loved. And no matter what Witherspoon had said, she was sure she would give Sean the children he wanted. Mr Witherspoon came up silently behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder. Jenny startled when she realized it was him.
“You are a beautiful woman,” he said as he squeezed her shoulder. His smile was a leer and it creeped Jenny out just a wee bit.
“I’m a married woman now, Mr. Witherspoon.” She responded by tossing him her warmest smile. She held her hand out so he could see her brand new wedding ring. He dismissed it with a sneer and a wave of his hand. His good manners gone, now that Sean was nowhere in sight.
“That’s a pity. You deserve better. But before I leave I do have something to tell you that I thought better to save for now, since your beloved hubby seems leery of ...the future. You shall have a child. And very special child he will be like a conduit to...let us just say he will be noticeably different from the other children.” He reached to kiss Jenny’s cheek but she turned abruptly away. A worried look was on her face.
“One child? I shall only have one son?” This was a blow to Jenny. She knew Sean wanted lots of children. Mr Witherspoon saw how distressed Jenny became and he decided his last good deed would be to calm her.
“Maybe there will be girls, and that’s not all bad. Although many others will be born because of him, your son. Rest assured. Now it is getting late. Thank you for a fine afternoon, and a most exquisite roast beef. I have a busy day tomorrow and must be going. Good night Mrs. Robertson. I’ll have Maria bring the baked goods to you first thing in the morning.”
Jenny watched as the old man ambled down the street toward his home. She played the old man’s words in her head over and over again trying to find some sort of double meaning in what was clearly a prophecy.
She went back inside where a handful of her guests remained drinking and dancing. She was tired and she wanted to go to bed. She wanted to be fresh in the morning when she told Sean of her desire to move to America. Certainly far from the influence of Mr. Witherspoon.
The next morning Jenny and Sean enjoyed the fresh baked pastries hand delivered by one of Mr Witherspoon’s employees.
Maria had been baking special cookies for many years now and they were among Jenny’s favorites. Enticing her with more cookies as a gift was silly since she was already a great admirer of Maria’s baked goods. Jenny had been eating those special cookies since just before Angel’s birth.
They were delicious.
Mr. Witherspoon was universally disliked, it was rumored that he had the gift of prophecy and whatever he predicted, whether put in the language of a prediction or not, always came to pass.
Angel Robertson’s parents are celebrity recording artists, on the road a lot, leaving Angel in the care of neighbors. The radio is Angel’s only connection with his parents. Every time he hears one of their records he sings along and as soon as the song ends he caresses the radio, often cradling it in his arms. As he matures, the radio becomes an important tool in his hands. Angel has inherited unusual powers.
Excerpt:
Jenny stood alone on the veranda, enjoying the sunset. It had been a very happy day indeed. She was married to the man she loved. And no matter what Witherspoon had said, she was sure she would give Sean the children he wanted. Mr Witherspoon came up silently behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder. Jenny startled when she realized it was him.
“You are a beautiful woman,” he said as he squeezed her shoulder. His smile was a leer and it creeped Jenny out just a wee bit.
“I’m a married woman now, Mr. Witherspoon.” She responded by tossing him her warmest smile. She held her hand out so he could see her brand new wedding ring. He dismissed it with a sneer and a wave of his hand. His good manners gone, now that Sean was nowhere in sight.
“That’s a pity. You deserve better. But before I leave I do have something to tell you that I thought better to save for now, since your beloved hubby seems leery of ...the future. You shall have a child. And very special child he will be like a conduit to...let us just say he will be noticeably different from the other children.” He reached to kiss Jenny’s cheek but she turned abruptly away. A worried look was on her face.
“One child? I shall only have one son?” This was a blow to Jenny. She knew Sean wanted lots of children. Mr Witherspoon saw how distressed Jenny became and he decided his last good deed would be to calm her.
“Maybe there will be girls, and that’s not all bad. Although many others will be born because of him, your son. Rest assured. Now it is getting late. Thank you for a fine afternoon, and a most exquisite roast beef. I have a busy day tomorrow and must be going. Good night Mrs. Robertson. I’ll have Maria bring the baked goods to you first thing in the morning.”
Jenny watched as the old man ambled down the street toward his home. She played the old man’s words in her head over and over again trying to find some sort of double meaning in what was clearly a prophecy.
She went back inside where a handful of her guests remained drinking and dancing. She was tired and she wanted to go to bed. She wanted to be fresh in the morning when she told Sean of her desire to move to America. Certainly far from the influence of Mr. Witherspoon.
The next morning Jenny and Sean enjoyed the fresh baked pastries hand delivered by one of Mr Witherspoon’s employees.
Maria had been baking special cookies for many years now and they were among Jenny’s favorites. Enticing her with more cookies as a gift was silly since she was already a great admirer of Maria’s baked goods. Jenny had been eating those special cookies since just before Angel’s birth.
They were delicious.
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