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I
quickly closed my mouth, moving towards the door. “Oh, and Angel?”
Michael called after me.
    I paused, turning back. “Yes?”
    “The next time you leave your room, please
don’t do so in your nightwear.”
    I glanced down at the dress and flushed.
Unable to meet his eyes, I nodded and stepped out of the room
pulling the door closed behind me. I took a deep breath and slumped
back against the door, screwing my eyes shut.
    “He is rather yummy, isn’t he?”
    My eyes flew open as I remembered that I
wasn’t alone. Cupid was yet another beautiful creation. He was tall
and skinny with fluffy brown hair and hazel eyes. “I’m sorry?”
    “Michael,” he clarified, his high toned voice
in a stage whisper. “There is no denying that man is positively
delicious. Come on.”
    He started walking down the stairs and I
hurried after him. “You’re Cupid? As in... Cupid? I thought you
were a Roman god?” History hadn’t been a strong point in school,
but I didn’t fare too badly with Roman, Greek or Norse
mythology.
    Cupid glanced back at me and rolled his eyes.
“Ugh, please! You set one Caesar up on a date and you’re branded
for life. I’m not even a cherub.”
    “A cherub,” I repeated. “There are such
things as cherubs?” My nose wrinkled up at the thought of diaper
wearing babies wandering the halls, making people fall in love.
That was kind of creepy.
    Cupid stopped and turned, looking at me
with a mixture of wonder and pity. “Oh, you are so new you’re
simply divine. Yes, honey, cherubim . Before you say anything, they are not bouncing bundles of
baby joy.”
    “They’re not?” I asked in surprise. There was
a bit of relief in there too.
    He turned and continued to lead me back down
the stairs to the second floor. “Nope, they are teenagers.” He
opened the door for me and as I walked past, he leaned over, and
with another conspiratorial whisper, announced, “Moody, stubborn,
petulant teenagers, permanently stuck in puberty.” The door closed
behind us and we continued walking towards the room I had awoken
in. “They are the housekeepers, the chefs, the cleaners and the
handymen. They get very offended in their emo little ways if you
ever mistake them as babies.”
    I truly wanted to laugh. Or cry. Again. Or
both. Emo teenage angels?
    At my silence, he glanced down at me and
sighed. “I can’t believe they’re still issuing this as the
nightwear for female angels,” he told me, pinching the fabric like
he would catch something from it. “I’m sorry, but it does nothing
for you.”
    I looked up at him and pulled a face. “I’m
not allowed to have sex. What does it matter? It’s not like
anybody’s ever going to see it.”
    “He told you that already?” Cupid asked me,
giving me a sympathetic smile. “Unlucky.”
    “Oh yes,” I muttered darkly. “No sex, drugs
or rock ‘n’ roll. I got the memo.”
    Cupid winced. “Not all of it, by the sounds
of things. It sounds like he missed out the other half.”
    “What. Other. Half?” I asked him through
gritted teeth.
    “You’re surrounded by angels,” he
announced.
    “Your point being?” I asked.
    “Well they all look like models, don’t they?”
he informed me as we reached my door. He opened it and pushed me
in. “And on top of that, as a female, you’re in the minority.”
    My hands found my hips as I glared at him.
“Define minority.”
    “Well, currently,” he sat on my bed and
smiled. “The grand total of female angels would be you.”
    I had died and gone to live as the only girl
in a house of male models, and yet somehow I was in hell rather
than heaven. Was being an angel a reward or a punishment?

CHAPTER THREE
    The Salty Dog
     
     
    Needless to say, my mood hadn’t improved much
when Cupid knocked on my door the following morning. Without
waiting for an answer, he bounded in and sat himself down on the
end of the bed. I pulled myself upright, groaning at the effort.
“Out of curiosity, are you going to