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Birds of Pray	By : Kittenmommy Category: M through R > Prophecy, The Views: 2168 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Birds
of Pray”

Epilogue
I: When I Look To The Sky

*****

Gabriel
perched on the edge of the mausoleum, watching the funeral that was
taking place below.

He
hadn’t intended to come here today; he certainly wasn’t
in mourning for Katherine, and he didn’t feel any particular
need to see her body laid to rest. It was just an empty vessel
now. The real Katherine was safe Upstairs… so why wasn’t
he up there with her?

Someone
landed right beside him.

“I
think he’ll be all right, Gabriel,” Simon said softly.
Instead of folding his wings neatly behind him, he allowed his right
wing to drape gently over the other angel's back. The sensation
of feathers against feathers, wing against wings was delicious, but
Gabriel refused to allow himself to be distracted.

“Look,
there’s Mary,” Gabriel said, pointing down at one of the
mourners, a young Native American woman in a long black dress.
She wore feathers in her hair and a silver armband around her right
upper arm. “Boy, she grew up.”

Simon
smiled slightly. “She’s a lovely young woman now.”

“Aaaah,
behave yourself,” Gabriel said teasingly, and Simon laughed.

“I
think it’s over,” the red-haired angel said.
“People are starting to leave.”

“Yeah,”
Gabriel agreed. The angels watched as Mary approached Greg and
laid a gentle hand on his arm, looking up into his eyes and speaking
quietly to him.

“Thank
you,” Greg said, nodding and wiping his cheeks.

She
looked past him, up to where Gabriel and Simon were perched.
“You have friendly spirits watching over you,” she told
Greg, using one hand to shade her eyes against the bright afternoon
sun.

He
followed her gaze, frowning. “Where? I don’t
see anything!”

She
smiled, gestured. “Up there.”

“Yeah,
in Heaven,” he agreed, misunderstanding. “You know,
just yesterday I didn’t believe in that stuff.”

“And
now?”

He
sighed. “And now I’m going to go back to Phoenix
and try to get my life in order – before it’s too late.”

“Good
for you.”

“Hi
Mary,” a young blonde woman called, and Mary turned, smiling.

“Sandra,”
she said, embracing the woman. “I didn’t expect to
see you. I heard you moved to Colorado.”

“I
never would have missed Miss Henley’s funeral,” Sandra
said, wiping a tear from her cheek.

“That’s
little Sandra!” Gabriel said, surprised. “They
really grow up fast, these humans!”

Simon
smiled. “You never noticed that before?”

Gabriel
shrugged, his great white wings rising briefly against Simon’s
wing, which was still draped over them. “Never really
paid attention, I guess.”

“My
cousin dropped me off on his way into town,” Mary was telling
Sandra. “I’ll probably just walk back to the
reservation – who knows when he’ll be done?”

Sandra
laughed. “All right,” she said, embracing the other
woman again. “Let’s keep in touch.”

“Yes,
let’s,” Mary agreed. “Life is short.”

“I’ll
e-mail you,” Sandra promised. As Mary watched her walk
off to rejoin a dark-haired man, Greg came up behind her.

“I
couldn’t help but overhear… I could give you a ride
back, if you want,” he offered.

She
glanced up at the two angels. Simon smiled and gave her a
thumbs-up gesture, and she laughed.

“Sure,”
she agreed, turning back to Greg. “That would be nice.”

“I
think I’ll have good news for Katherine when we get back
Upstairs,” Gabriel mused, watching Greg escort Mary to his
car. He gallantly held the passenger door open for her.
“I think Gregory will be OK.”

“And
how are you, Gabriel?” Simon asked suddenly, stealing a
glance at the other angel out of the corner of his eye.

Gabriel
was silent for a moment. “Better,” he said
finally. “I’m glad I got the chance to talk things
through with Katherine before it happened… she wasn’t
afraid to die. So I managed to do something right for a change,
you know?”

“You
were a great comfort to her,” Simon agreed, watching Gabriel
carefully. “And a good friend.”

“Never
thought that would happen,” Gabriel murmured.
“Even when I was human, I never really connected with anyone
down here… not like that.”

“Well,
you’re not an easy person to know,” Simon told him
frankly.

“Yeah,”
Gabriel agreed readily. He began to tick off his shortcomings
on his fingers. “I’m abrasive… I always
think I’m right… I can be arrogant… I have a
smart mouth… and I – ”

“And
I wouldn’t have you any other way,” Simon
interrupted with a smile. “And neither would He,”
he continued, pointing upward.

“I
don’t know how anyone puts up with me,” Gabriel
said with a straight face. “The Boss said I could even
make Job lose his patience!”

Simon
laughed. “Just stop terrorizing those poor
principalities, all right? Camael said you have two of them
thinking that they were personally responsible for that princess who
died.”

Gabriel
shrugged. “They should’ve been watching her
better.”

“It
was her time and you know it – Angel of Death!”

“Aaahh,
they could stand to be more vigilant,” he said dismissively.

“You’re
impossible!” Simon told him with exasperated affection.
“You know that?”

“Sure.”
Gabriel brushed Simon’s wing aside and stood. “Ready
to go?” he asked, offering his hand.

“Yeah,”
Simon agreed, allowing Gabriel to pull him to his feet. “Where
to?”

“Somewhere
they have football. I gotta figure that game out before the
week after next or I’m gonna look like an idiot!”

Simon
laughed. The two angels spread their wings and took off into
the clear blue sky.

*****

Greg
and Mary talked briefly as he drove her up the long dusty road that
led to the Hualapai Nation.

“She
was the best teacher I ever had,” Mary told him. “She
really cared about us, her kids.”

“I
know,” Greg said, his voice breaking.

“I’m
sorry,” Mary said. “I didn’t mean to upset
you.”

“It’s
all right,” he assured her, reaching behind his sunglasses with
one finger to wipe away a tear. He gave a short laugh.
“It’s good to remember, you know?”

She
nodded.

He
leaned forward and turned the radio on and was rewarded with a burst
of static.

“You
won’t be able to get anything on FM,” she told him as he
twisted the tuning knob. “Reception’s really bad
out here.”

“Well,
fudge,” he swore, making her laugh. As he was
about to give up, music suddenly blared out of the speakers.

“ – I
can feel you like a notion that won’t seem to let me go.
‘Cause when I look to the sky, something tells me you’re
here with me, and you make everything all right.”

Greg
and Mary exchanged a surprised look. “That’s not
possible – ” she began.

“When
I feel like I’m lost, something tells me you’re here with
me, and I can always find my way when you are here.”

Greg
smiled through his tears and turned up the radio as loud as it would
go.

*****

AUTHOR’S
NOTE: The song “When I Look To The Sky” belongs to Train.

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