Shirley was adamant. “More than we can give him.”
“Don’t be such a pessimist,” Goodness chided. “If nothing else, we can steer him in the right direction.”
“San Francisco,” Mercy said, tapping her cheek. “There are ships in San Francisco, aren’t there?”
Shirley could already see trouble brewing. “You’ve got to promise to stay away from the shipyard,” she said heatedly. It’d taken them years to live down what had happened at the Bremerton Naval Shipyard in Washington state. The news crew that covered the repositioning of two aircraft carriers might as well have been reporting directly to heaven, what with all the attention the incident had received.
“Okay, I promise, no shipyard,” Mercy said. Shirley was appeased until she thought she saw her fellow angel wink at Goodness. Oh, my, if they took the Bennett case, then this was going to be some Christmas. On the other hand…
“Where are you headed?” Goodness called out when Shirley broke away.
“I’m going back to tell Gabriel we’ll take the job. Just don’t make me sorry I agreed to this.”
“Would we do that?” Mercy asked, the picture of angelic innocence.
Shirley had a very good reason for feeling skeptical, but an even better reason for tackling this stint on earth. She wanted out of the choir as much as her two friends did. A human, even one who happened to have more than his share of frailties, wasn’t going to stop her.
“Hi, Dad!” Michael Thorpe bounded enthusiastically into the hospital clinic, his eyes sparkling.
Dr. Edward Thorpe looked up from the chart he was reading and smiled at the sight of his son. His wife, Janice, five months pregnant, hurried to keep up with the energetic boy.
The six-year-old raced into his arms and Edward lifted him high above his head. Seeing his own healthy happy son was exactly what he needed. Much of his morning had been spent with another youngster, Tanner Westley, who was ten and suffering from a rare form of leukemia. Edward was an oncologist who specialized in childhood cancers; his work had recently garnered the interest of the San Francisco Herald. Just today, a reporter had interviewed him for a piece the paper was running on the urgent need for bone-marrow donors. The story would include a photograph of Tanner. Most members of the public didn’t seem to understand that they had the opportunity to save lives by testing to become donors. The only thing required at this stage was a simple blood test. The article would make a strongly worded plea for bone-marrow donors to help children such as Tanner.
The reporter felt the timing was good. People seemed more generous with their time and money over the Christmas period. Edward hoped they’d be equally giving about submitting to a blood test.
“Hello, darling,” his wife said.
“Is it lunchtime already?” With the interview and Tanner Westley’s additional tests, his morning had flown.
Janice glanced at her watch. “Actually, we’re late.”
“Mom and I were shopping.” Michael rolled his eyes as if to say how much that had bored him. Edward hid a smile. An intolerance for shopping was something he had in common with his son.
“Can you still join us for lunch?” Janice asked.
Now it was Edward’s turn to glance at his watch. “If you don’t mind eating in the cafeteria.” He needed to be within a few minutes of Tanner, who was starting a new chemotherapy session today.
“We can eat in the cafeteria, can’t we, Mom?” Michael tugged at his mother’s arm. “Their ice-cream machine is way cool.”
“Okay—I’m convinced,” Janice responded good-naturedly as the three of them headed toward the elevator.
“Why are we here?” Goodness demanded, her voice unnaturally high. “You know I don’t like hospitals.”
“I didn’t bring us here. Shirley did.”
“Would you two stop it?” Shirley sighed in exasperation. Goodness and Mercy were enough to try the patience of a saint, let alone another angel. “That’s Greg Bennett’s son.”
“Which one?”
“The cancer specialist,” Shirley said, thinking it should have been obvious.
“You mean he’s Catherine’s child?”
“Right.” It was Gabriel who’d directed her to the hospital, but she hadn’t told the others that. As far as she was concerned, they would receive information strictly on a need-to-know basis. It was safer that way.
“But he’s wonderful!”
“Unlike his birth father,” Goodness said under her breath.
Shirley agreed completely. “Greg Bennett broke Catherine’s heart, you know.” The file had told her that, and ever since, she’d found it a struggle to care in the slightest about Greg and his vineyard.