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From Love Remains
Tadem smiled and sat straight. “Hey, you want to see the angel?”
“What angel?”
“The one who’s been visiting me. She has a message for you.” Tadem’s grin exposed her uneven teeth. “Want to see it?”
A message for me? Olivia frowned and shrugged. “OK.”
Tadem closed her eyes, her shoulders rising as she drew in a long breath. Then her puffy face elongated. Her slanted eyes turned almond shaped, her cheekbones standing high and thick, bouncy curls replacing her scraggly hair. The transformation continued down her body, with swelling breasts, a shrinking waist and extended legs.
Olivia took a long step back, her knees shaking. “Tadem?”
Transformed, Tadem’s mouth moved, but a melodious female’s voice came out. “Only in body. This is what she’d look like had she not been touched.”
Olivia tried to steady her racing heart by pressing hard against her chest. “Touched? By whom?”
The strange woman gave a slight nod. “By God.”
“You call her condition a touch of divinity?” Anger crept to Olivia’s voice despite her attempt to control the agitation. How dare this entity call her sister’s infirmity a touch of God.
The angel smiled, casting a glow through the gloom room. “Now the Good Book says, ‘Blessed are poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven.’”
Clutching the back of the chair, Olivia steadied her trembling fingers. “I wasn’t brought up in the church so I wouldn’t know the meaning.”
“But Jesus said, ‘Allow the children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of Heaven.’”
The kingdom of Heaven, what a load of crap. Olivia sneered. No such place existed here on Earth or up there in sky. “From what I’ve heard, the Holy Bible is vague and open for interpretation. So if you’re referring to Tadem being like a child, then you’re right.”
The brightness encircling the angel intensified. “We must help the weak and remember the words of the Lord Jesus. Whoever has a bountiful eye will be blessed, for he shares his bread with the poor.”
Help the weak, share with the poor, concepts she found incomprehensible in the past, now something that came as a second nature to her. Perhaps spoken through the mouth of an angel they sounded true. “Why are you with my sister?”
“Every mortal has one guardian angel, but only those like Tadem are deserving of seeing us.”
Olivia pressed her lips tight, but couldn’t stop the wail building in her throat. “It’s unfair to Tadem. She would’ve been a very beautiful woman.”
In one fluid motion, the angel moved close, engulfing Olivia in tangerine scent. “She is happy in her simple life. God loves you, Olivia, and He wants you to know, your sister’s state is not your fault. You must stop blaming yourself for something you have no power over.”
Olivia winced with sudden realization. “Do you have anything to do with the appearance of Tom and the children?”
Sorrow flashed across angel’s face. “Poor Tadem is very sick.”
Olivia’s stomach knotted. “No, she’s fine. Her surgery was successful.”
“You’re in the future, Olivia. Tadem didn’t have her surgery. Yet. And Tom is fighting for his life.”
From Love Remains
Tadem smiled and sat straight. “Hey, you want to see the angel?”
“What angel?”
“The one who’s been visiting me. She has a message for you.” Tadem’s grin exposed her uneven teeth. “Want to see it?”
A message for me? Olivia frowned and shrugged. “OK.”
Tadem closed her eyes, her shoulders rising as she drew in a long breath. Then her puffy face elongated. Her slanted eyes turned almond shaped, her cheekbones standing high and thick, bouncy curls replacing her scraggly hair. The transformation continued down her body, with swelling breasts, a shrinking waist and extended legs.
Olivia took a long step back, her knees shaking. “Tadem?”
Transformed, Tadem’s mouth moved, but a melodious female’s voice came out. “Only in body. This is what she’d look like had she not been touched.”
Olivia tried to steady her racing heart by pressing hard against her chest. “Touched? By whom?”
The strange woman gave a slight nod. “By God.”
“You call her condition a touch of divinity?” Anger crept to Olivia’s voice despite her attempt to control the agitation. How dare this entity call her sister’s infirmity a touch of God.
The angel smiled, casting a glow through the gloom room. “Now the Good Book says, ‘Blessed are poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven.’”
Clutching the back of the chair, Olivia steadied her trembling fingers. “I wasn’t brought up in the church so I wouldn’t know the meaning.”
“But Jesus said, ‘Allow the children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of Heaven.’”
The kingdom of Heaven, what a load of crap. Olivia sneered. No such place existed here on Earth or up there in sky. “From what I’ve heard, the Holy Bible is vague and open for interpretation. So if you’re referring to Tadem being like a child, then you’re right.”
The brightness encircling the angel intensified. “We must help the weak and remember the words of the Lord Jesus. Whoever has a bountiful eye will be blessed, for he shares his bread with the poor.”
Help the weak, share with the poor, concepts she found incomprehensible in the past, now something that came as a second nature to her. Perhaps spoken through the mouth of an angel they sounded true. “Why are you with my sister?”
“Every mortal has one guardian angel, but only those like Tadem are deserving of seeing us.”
Olivia pressed her lips tight, but couldn’t stop the wail building in her throat. “It’s unfair to Tadem. She would’ve been a very beautiful woman.”
In one fluid motion, the angel moved close, engulfing Olivia in tangerine scent. “She is happy in her simple life. God loves you, Olivia, and He wants you to know, your sister’s state is not your fault. You must stop blaming yourself for something you have no power over.”
Olivia winced with sudden realization. “Do you have anything to do with the appearance of Tom and the children?”
Sorrow flashed across angel’s face. “Poor Tadem is very sick.”
Olivia’s stomach knotted. “No, she’s fine. Her surgery was successful.”
“You’re in the future, Olivia. Tadem didn’t have her surgery. Yet. And Tom is fighting for his life.”
Blurb: Olivia Owen, a busy, single, high-functioning,
corporate executive officer, is not afraid to die a spinster for the sake of
her career. But in an alternate reality world, bridged by the angel of her
Down’s syndrome sister, she meets Tom Medar, a dedicated, Croatian defense
attorney who dreams of the right woman, but never has time to find her.
Together they foil an adulterous murder plot while discovering there’s room for
love and family in their busy lives—but not before they are separated again.
When they awaken from their alternate
world, will they be able to cross countries to find each other again?
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