Angels and Gargoyles, Part 13
In 2012 I published a novella, Angels and Gargoyles and offered it for free. Since then it has been downloaded 1675 times. I thought I would post it on my blog a little at a time for your enjoyment. I’ll post it once or twice a week. If you would like a free copy, go to http:/smashwords.com/b/149430. Here is Part 13. Enjoy.
“Mother Mary, Three has no knowledge of sex and how it is related to having babies,” explained Peter.
“Oh, my,” said Mary. “But surely a man of your experience can explain it to her.”
“Mother Mary, I cannot explain any such thing to an angel, specially a female one.”
“Oh, I see. Very well. Come with me Three! This will be just between us girls. No men allowed.”
St. Mary took Three by the hand and left St. Peter’s office. Peter sat back down and Garth followed his lead. Garth was grinning. Peter looked at Garth’s grin and asked, “Do you find this amusing?”
Garth smiled, “St. Mary called Three a girl. Didn’t you hear it? It was nice. She is my girl.”
Peter held his head in his hands. “The Saints help us! I can’t stand much more of this,” he said as he ran his fingers through his hair. “I just wanted to have a quiet convention, but now it has turned into a nightmare.” Peter took a pipe from his desk, stuffed it with tobacco, and lit it.
“You smoke?” asked Garth
“La Gargouille got me started. I only use it to relieve tension. Believe me, I need it now.”
“Why did St. Mary bless my hands?”
“She has her reasons. It will be revealed, I am sure.”
“Why did she bless Three’s stomach?”
“I am afraid to conjecture, but it too will be revealed I am sure.”
“What are you going to do?” asked Garth.
“You heard Mother Mary and whatever she wants, she gets. You will become human, be married, and have babies. Now let me figure this out!”
Garth sat lost in his thoughts until Three returned. He jumped up when he saw her face. “You are crying. What happened? What did she say?”
Kneeling in front of Garth Three answered, “She explained to me why I can’t have a hundred babies. She said maybe twelve, but more like two or three. She had only one.”
Garth held her face in his huge hands, tenderly wiping her tears. He began to stroke her hair as she silently sobbed. Peter wiped his own tears as quickly as they formed in the corners of his eyes. He thought of his wife and children. He was reminded of his own courtship many years long past. St. Mary may be right!
Finally Garth said, “Don’t worry, we could adopt.”
Three looked up, “Adopt? What does that mean?”
“It’s like a guardian angel to a baby that is given up for adoption, but the baby lives with you.”
“Really?” exclaimed an excited Three as she sat back into her chair. “Can we adopt a hundred?”
“I am not sure but maybe.”
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