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my room!”
    “Mom told me―”
    “I don’t care!”
    “Hey, calm down you two,” Angela said.
    Catherine made a “Humph!” sound and plopped down indignantly into her chair. Jack, who had kept rather stoic through all this bowed his head and offered a quick obligatory blessing on the food.
    You might think that five angels gathered aro und a dining room table would—if nothing else—inspire good table manners and cordiality. I thought it would. But I was quite mistaken. Jack ate in silence, scarcely acknowledging the presence of his family. Angela said little more, save to curb the constant chatter of Kailey, who couldn’t praise the neighbor’s new Barbie collection enough, or to stop Justin from teasing Catherine. At one point, Justin catapulted a spoon-full of mashed potatoes at Catherine, hitting her square on the forehead. It was all Angela and Loreli could do to prevent Catherine from mutilating Justin. Infuriated, Catherine stormed from the table, but not before shooting Justin a look of unadulterated loathing.
    Justin simply smiled back, a big toothy grin.
    With Catherine gone, the dinner table lost its appeal for Justin, who left to resume his video-game. Next, Kailey scampered off, leaving Jack and Angela sitting at the table. After a moment’s silence, Jack rose, walked over and put his plate in sink, and exited through the back door, leaving Angela to clean up the rest.
    “It appears,” I sai d, “that the enemy won dinner.”

IV
    The Accounting
     
    M ost of the dinner-time drama died away after Angela sent Justin and Kailey to their rooms. Save for the occasional sound of a ball bouncing against Justin’s bedroom wall, the house remained calm and quiet.
    Angela washed dishes and folded clothes. Then she plopped on the couch to watch the evening news. After that she made herself ready for bed, and fell asleep reading a book.
    As soon as Angela was out, Clairus tugged my arm. “Time to return.”
    A bit saddened and disappointed that I hadn’t quite saved the world that day, I agreed, and Clairus called us home.
    I experienced the same sensation of traveling rapidly through space, except I sensed Him growing ever closer, the light increasing. Brightness. We were back in the room, the transportation terminal, with the portal behind us. Anawin and Glendor were waiting for us. I almost collapsed into Anawin’s arms, as I drank in deep gulps of heaven’s breath. It felt incredible to be back.
    “You did a wonderful job,” she said. I truly believed she meant it. Although, I doubted that I actually had helped anything. “Don’t worry,” she said, seeming to read my thoughts, “you’ve done more good than you know. We’ll talk more about what happened tomorrow. I want you to go rest now.”
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    Another heavenly morning greeted me with touches of playful sunlight. I smiled, feeling perfectly content. Sleeping in heaven does marvelous things. It’s not at all like sleeping on earth, with a weak mortal body. No grogginess or morning drowsiness. Sleep here is more like meditation; there’s no subconsciousness or unconsciousness involved. No strange incomprehensible dreams.
    Nights aren’t the same either. You might think day always reigns in heaven, that the sun never sets. Well, the Light always shines, but we still have day and night. Not as mortals know them. Though the physical brightness of the nights here decreases, nothing of darkness pervades. We enjoy all the beauty and peacefulness of night-time: the brilliant stars and moon; the movements of the far-off galaxies; the wondrous shadows, with their depth and shape. But without the obscurity of darkness.
    My thoughts and meditations since I returned from earth centered on Angela. Admittedly, I felt no eagerness to go back to earth. But I did wish to see Angela again. I quickly dressed, donning robe and mantle, grabbed my Communicator, turning it over a few times before slipping it into my pocket, then headed to work.
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