“Roy sold his sailboat after they split up. He hasn’t been out on Puget Sound since.”
“How sad for him.” Shirley sighed as she said it.
“Perhaps we could—”
“Carry on,” Gabriel said. He seemed to be in a hurry now. “You’re doing a fine job so far.”
“We are?” Goodness couldn’t keep herself from saying. “I mean, yes, I know. We’re working very hard on this request.”
“Good.” Then as quickly as he’d come, the Archangel vanished.
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