"...She sways like a branch in the wind, her beautiful eyes closed, and the tall thin bassist leans over to glance at his watch because she has been dancing forever, and now it is very late, even for musicians." She shut the book, glanced down at the two small boys watching her from their sleeping bags with wide eyes, and grinned. "And I think it is now very late, even for two little punks who ate the last of my Sugar Bombs. C'mon on you two, it's time for lights-out." She scrambled over the toys and comic books littering the floor of the treehouse, laughing at the requests for one more story, and tucked blankets securely around each small figure. "Night night!" She turned to climb down the ladder, when a small voice called her name.
"What's an angel?" She turned to see them sitting up and looking at her intently. A picture hung in the air of herself with tiny feathered wings and a halo that kept slipping. "Artie and Leech want to know what an angel is."
"Wow. That's a big question for such little dudes." She slipped back to sit between them. "Well, um, gee. I don't really know either. Some people say that angels are good people who died and now watch over and protect us. Other people say that angels were never alive like us, but were created by some higher power to be eternal guardians. I know a few who would say angels don't even exist. 'Angel' means different things to different people." The girl pushed her bangs out of her eyes and sighed. "What do you think an angel is?"
A new hologram appeared in the air, this one of a cartoon devil and angel arguing silently, and the angel began hitting the devil over the head with her halo. She looked at it for a moment, and began laughing. "Well, someone's been watching tv again."
"Leech wants to know if Analee is an angel."
Bright blue eyes met large white ones. "Why do you ask, Leech?"
" 'Cause sometimes Leech feels like he did when Analee hugged him, and he feels like she's there. Leech wants to know if Analee is an angel."
"You miss her bunches, don't ya, little dude?" A teary nod was her only response. "I know that Analee took good care of you, and she loved you very very much. I think she counts as an angel." She pulled them into a giant hug, holding them tight. "I think she most definitely counts."
"Is your mommy an angel, Jubilee?"
She froze, uncertainty clouding the normally crystalline eyes. "I don't know kid, I don't know." Jubilation Lee pulled out of the hug, giving the Artie and Leech a wiry grin. "As touching as this is, it's bedtime. Please? I need my beauty sleep too." Artie tugged at her sleeve, and she saw a picture forming of him holding her book. "You want to keep the book tonight, is that it?"
"Please? Leech and Artie like Jubilee's book. The words sound pretty."
She caressed the book's cover gently, sad eyes taking in the worn spine and tattered cover. "Okay, but ya gotta promise that you'll take good care of it. It's super-special to me."
"Leech will take good care of Jubilee's book. Even better than Angelo's comics!"
Mirth fought with seriousness on her face. "So Ange has been reading you guys his comic collection again, huh?" Two serious nods answered her, and a small smile tugged at the corners of her face. "If you're going to take that good care of it, I'll let you keep it for a week." Jubilee stood up, and paused in the treehouse door. "Night guys. Don't stay up too late." With that, she was down the ladder and off into the grotto.
Artie looked at his friend questioningly, and Leech nodded happily. The two children got up, and ran to the window to watch her glide silently through the vegetation towards Penny, apple in hand.
"Leech thinks Artie was right." And they
sat down to look at the special book, with a holographic Jubilee rollerblading
around the room, wings outstretched and halo tipping into her eyes.
Of all the questions you might want
No curiosity about how they pass the
Do they fly through God's body and
come out singing?
What about their sleeping habits,
the fabric of their robes,
If an angel fell off a cloud would
he leave a hole
If an angel delivered the mail would
No, the medieval theologians control
It is designed to make us think in
She sways like a branch in the wind,
"Questions About Angels" is by Billy
Collins, and it's use here is for entertainment only.