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“Birds
of Pray”

Chapter
3

Gabriel,
Blow Your Horn

After
fetching some Benadryl and a box of Kleenex for Greg, Katherine set
about making another salad and setting a third place at the table,
for it appeared that Gabriel was staying for dinner.

She
came back into the kitchen, where she found the angel standing at the
counter finishing off another glass of wine. She picked up the
wine bottle, shook it, and glared at him.

“Gabriel,
I asked you not to drink all the wine… now we’re not
going to have any for dinner!”

“Ah,
relax,” he said. “You get too worked up about
stuff.” He kissed two fingers and waved his hand over the
empty wine bottle. Immediately, Katherine felt its weight
increase.

“What
– “ she began.

He
took the bottle from her and filled her empty glass. “A
little trick I picked up from The Boss’s Son,” he
explained, setting the bottle on the counter. She gaped at him,
speechless.

“Oh,
am I… “ He paused, searching for the term she had used
the previous night. “Freaking you out again?”

“Yeah,
just a little!” she said with a nervous laugh.

“Sorry.”
He clinked his glass against hers and drank.

Greg
walked in from the other room, wiping his nose on a Kleenex.

“Feeling
better?” Katherine asked him.

“Yeah,
a lot!” He noticed their full wineglasses. “Hey,
you two – save some for me!”

Katherine
burst out laughing.

*****

Naturally,
Gabriel simply assumed that the seat at the head of the dining room
table was for him and sat down accordingly. Without saying a
word, Katherine swapped the salads around so that the angel now had
the one that he had been poking at earlier.

As
they were about to begin eating, Gabriel stood, kissed two fingers,
and waved his hand briefly over the table, murmuring in another
language.

“What
was that?” Greg asked as Gabriel sat down.

“A
blessing,” he replied.

“Thank
you, Gabriel,” Katherine said, raising her eyebrows at Greg.

“Yeah,
thanks,” he added. He picked up his wineglass and drank.
“So, Gabriel… how do you and Katie know each other?”

“Now
that’s a very long story.” Lawng stahwry.

Greg
smiled. “What part of New York are you from?”

Gabriel
looked at Greg as though he were crazy. “I’m not
from New York.” Noo Yawk.

“Really?
You sure sound like it.”

“Huh,”
Gabriel said.

“How’s
the Altman case going?” Katherine asked in an obvious bid to
change the subject. “Greg is a defense attorney,”
she explained to Gabriel.

”It’s
going horribly,” Greg replied, winding spaghetti around his
fork.

“He’s
guilty, you know… Gregory,” Gabriel suddenly announced.

“What?”

“He’s
guilty,” the angel repeated. “He raped that little
girl. Not only that, but he’s raped and murdered four
other little girls that no one knows about. He would’ve
killed little Rebecca too if she hadn’t managed to crawl out
through that broken basement window.”

“I
don’t – “ Greg began.

“What
I don’t understand is how you can defend someone like that,”
Gabriel went on, leaning forward and studying Greg closely. “Is
there something lacking in your character that makes you think raping
and murdering little girls is OK?”

”Gabriel,
stop it!” Katherine said, appalled.

“That’s
all right,” Greg said, waving her objection away. “It’s
a fair question… I guess… but I don’t know where
he’s getting his information about my client!”

“I
have my sources,” Gabriel said.

“Yeah…
all right, let’s assume for the sake of argument that you’re
right about Altman. Thing is, in this country everyone has the
right to be represented in court by an attorney, no matter what
they’re accused of doing. And it’s my job to defend
my client to the best of my ability, even if he did do all those
things you say he did – which I don’t believe, by the
way.”

Gabriel
began to speak, but Katherine overrode him. “And it’s
a good thing we have laws like that, isn’t it? Not
everyone who’s indicted is actually guilty of a crime.”

“That’s
very true,” Greg agreed, taking a sip of wine. “But
enough about my job. Gabriel… what do you do?”

“I’m
a seraph,” he replied, and Katherine groaned.

“You
are?” Greg leaned forward in his seat, interested.
“And what’s that?”

“He’s
a messenger,” Katherine said quickly.

“Yeah,
sometimes,” Gabriel agreed. “Recently, not so
much.”

“Oh,
you’re one of those guys on those bikes,” Greg said.

“No.”

“All
right…” There was an awkward silence. “So,
who do you work for?” Greg tried again. “Is it a
big name, or a private – “

“I
work for God.”

Greg
raised his eyebrows at Katherine. “Oh. Riiiight…”

Katherine
remembered what Gabriel had said the night before about people
thinking he was crazy: That was their problem, not mine.
She tried to think of a way to change the subject.

“You
know, Greg,” she said, “I was watching Law and Order
the other night, and Jack McCoy said something that I didn’t
understand.”

“Oh?
What?”

“Gregory,”
Gabriel said suddenly. “Do you think your justice system
is truly just?”

“Of
course,” Greg replied automatically.

“But
how can it be, when it allows people like you to exploit legal
loopholes that allow the guilty to walk free on technicalities?”
Gabriel leaned back in his chair and looked very interested in Greg’s
answer.

“If
I can prevent even one innocent person from going to jail, I’ve
done my job,” Greg said.

Gabriel
frowned. “But not everyone you defend is innocent, are
they?”

“As
far as I know, they are.”

“But
they’re not. Altman isn’t.”

Greg
shrugged. “So you say.”

Gabriel
raised his eyebrows. “I know. Trust me,
Gregory.”

Greg
laughed. “Trust you? I don’t even know
you!”

“But
I know you, Gregory.”

“Oh
yeah? How do you know me?”

“OK,
that’s it,” Katherine said, standing. “Enough,
you two!"

”What
would you do,” Gabriel continued, ignoring her, “if you
knew for certain that Altman raped that little girl, raped and
murdered those other little girls. Would you still defend him?”

“Yes,
because that’s my job!” Greg said hotly.
“It’s my job whether I like it or not!”

Gabriel’s
eyes narrowed. “Huh,” he said, and stood.
“Let me help you with those dishes, Katherine.”

She
glared at him and began gathering up plates.

*****

“Just
leave him alone, all right?” Katherine said angrily, taking
another rinsed plate from Gabriel and putting it in the dishwasher.
“He’s not a bad guy. In fact, he’s one of the
better ones.”

“He’s
not worthy of you,” Gabriel said calmly, handing her another
plate.

“Well,
that’s not your decision to make,” she retorted.

“Unfortunately.”

“And
why do you say that?”

He
shrugged. “You could do better. Much
better.”

“You
don’t say.” She watched as he rinsed another
plate. He couldn’t possibly… No, it was too silly
to contemplate. And too scary. She forced herself to say
it, and to say it as lightly as possible.

“So…
Gabriel… did you have someone else in mind for me?”
she asked, raising her eyebrows at him.

He
stared at her in puzzlement, completely oblivious to what she was
implying. “No.”

She
sighed with relief. “Good!”

“But
you deserve better than Gregory,” he added.

“Thanks
for the vote of confidence, Gabe,” Greg said, walking in from
the living room.

“Why…
don’t mention it, Gregory,” Gabriel said, handing another
plate to Katherine.

Greg
held up a videotape. A strip of chewed and twisted brown
plastic was hanging out of the front. “Sorry,
Katie-Kate. Looks like your VCR finally went to that Great
Electronic Junkyard in the sky.”

“Oh
well,” she sighed.

He
grinned at her, like a little boy with a secret. “I
brought you a present, though.”

“You
did?” she asked, smiling.

“It’s
in the car. Hang on a second, and I’ll get it.”

“Aaaah,
it’s a DVD player,” Gabriel said as soon as Greg had
left.

“Gabriel!”
She shook her head in exasperation. “Why did you ruin
it?”

He
shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Yes
you do!”

“All
right. I can’t stand the thought of that… that…
that sleazy little monkey worming his way into your heart with
his insincere smile and his expensive gifts!”

“’Sleazy
little monkey’, huh? I’ll remember that!”

“Yeah,
you do that! Because that’s exactly what he is!” he
retorted, stabbing a finger in the air for emphasis. “You
mark my words!” He handed her another dish and she glared
at him, holding it like she wanted to smash it over his head.

“Fight
nice, kids,” Greg said mildly as he walked into the kitchen.
He was carrying a large gift-wrapped box.

“Oh,
that’s an awfully big box… Gregory,” Gabriel said
innocently. Katherine gave him a killing look, which he
ignored. “Gosh… I wonder what it is.”

Katherine
unwrapped her present and exclaimed over it, rewarding Greg with many
kisses. “This is great! Now I won’t have to
use my computer to watch DVDs!” Greg happily went off
into the living room to install it.

“Gabriel,
you’d better not make any more trouble tonight,” she said
as soon as Greg left. “I mean it.”

“Whaaaat?”
he asked innocently. “Who’s making trouble?”

“No
more grilling him about his job… or anything else! Be
nice!” She suddenly remembered that she was
talking to the Angel of Death, and amended her statement. “Or
at least be civil. Can you do that? Can you be civil for
a few more hours?”

“Does
that mean I can’t tell him how he’s going to die?”
Gabriel wondered.

Katherine
closed her eyes. “Yes, Gabriel. No messing with his
head. Period.” Gabriel looked disappointed.
“Please… just…” She threw her hands up in
exasperation. “Just behave yourself, all right?”

“Of
course, Katherine,” ha agreed tranquilly, and followed her into
the living room.

“Here,
Gabriel – look at this,” she told him, motioning for him
to sit on the sofa. She picked up her PowerBook, opened it and
pulled up the webpage that insisted that Gabriel was the only female
angel. “Here,” she said, and passed him the
computer.

“What
is it?” he asked, frowning at the screen.

“That’s
a computer, Sport,” Greg said helpfully from his position on
the floor. He crawled behind the entertainment center just in
time to miss the nasty look that Gabriel directed his way.

“I
thought you’d be interested in that website,” Katherine
said, grinning wickedly.

“Huh,”
he said, and directed his attention to the screen. “The
only known female angel,” he read aloud, “is….
what?” He looked up at Katherine. “Who
writes this stuff?”

She
shrugged, giggling. “Beats me.”

“Look
at this!” he said in an outraged tone, pointing at the screen.
“Look what they wrote!”

“I
know, Gabriel,” she said, still helpless with laughter.
“I showed it to you, remember?”

“What’s
so funny?” Greg asked from his position behind the television
set. “Gah! Why don’t they write these
instructions so a normal person can understand them?”

“You
wouldn’t get the joke,” Katherine told him, addressing
his first question.

Gabriel
was still staring at the screen and muttering under his breath.
“I should find them and – “

“We’re
all set,” Greg announced, crawling out from behind the
entertainment center and standing, stretching. “Go ahead,
turn on the TV and let’s see if it works.”

“I
should probably go,” Gabriel said, standing and handing the
computer to Katherine. She shut it and put it back on the
coffee table.

“You
had a lot of wine,” she reminded him. “Are you OK
to fly?”

“Of
course!” he assured her. “Don’t you worry
about me!”

Greg
was looking at them like they were both crazy.

“What?”
Gabriel demanded.

“I
thought the saying is, ‘twenty-four hours from bottle to
throttle’,” Greg said.

Gabriel
looked at Katherine. “What’s he talking about?”

“Uh,
you’re not supposed to fly an airplane after you’ve been
drinking,” she explained, mentally kicking herself for her
little slip.

“What
kind of plane do you fly, Gabe?” Greg asked.

“I
don’t fly a plane.”

Greg
frowned. “But I thought – “

“Hey,
look, Gabriel – Greg brought over some DVDs,” Katherine
said brightly. “Want to see a movie? Look,”
she continued with a laugh, holding up a DVD. “It’s
City of Angels. Bet you’ll love that.”

“I’ve
seen it,” Gabriel deadpanned. “A couple times.”

“Oh,
sorry. How about Lord of the Rings?” she asked.

“That’s
a good one,” Greg added.

“Ahhh,
that guy who plays Strider reminds me of someone I don’t like,”
Gabriel said. “You met him once, Katherine… that
time we were at Old Woman Butte.”

Katherine
thought about this. “Ohhh,” she said with a
shudder. “Yeah. I don’t like him either.
Forget that one.” She put it back in the bag.

Greg
dug around in the bag and pulled out a movie. “It’s
a Wonderful Life,” he said. “How ‘bout
that?”

Gabriel
shrugged. “Sure, whatever,” he agreed, sitting on
the sofa.

Katherine
loaded the DVD while Greg flopped down next to Gabriel and picked up
the PowerBook.

”I
thought you wanted to watch this,” Katherine said, frowning as
Greg opened the computer.

“I’ve
seen it a million times, Katie-Kate. You and Gabriel watch –
I have to check in with my office anyway.”

*****

“So,
what did you think, Gabriel?” Katherine asked in a teasing
tone. He gave her a look that made her laugh.

“Every
time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings,” Greg said, not
looking up from the computer.

“That’s
not how it works,” Gabriel said.

“Yeah?”
Greg asked, shutting the PowerBook and setting it on the coffee
table. “So how’s it work, Gabe?”

“Wow,
I’m really tired,” Katherine said, yawning loudly.
“Let’s go to bed, Greg.”

“You
know I won’t say no!” Greg said with a grin.

“Gregory…
you don’t know how lucky you are,” Gabriel said
seriously. “Being with a woman… ahhh...” He
closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, savoring a memory. “It’s
like dying.”

“And
how would you know?” Katherine asked pointedly.

“I’ve
been with a few women in my day,” Gabriel announced smugly.
“Whenever I had the cash.”

Katherine
was shocked. “You… what?”

“Whoa
– TMI, Sport!” Greg said, standing.

Gabriel
frowned. “TMI?” he repeated, puzzled.

“Too
Much Information,” Katherine told him. “And yeah,
it is TMI. Thank you for sharing, Gabriel.”

”Any
time,” he said with a shrug.

“Are
you going to stay here, or…?” She gestured
expansively. “If you want to sleep, I’ll make up
the spare room.”

“Nah…
thanks, Katherine… but I don’t sleep.”

“You
were sleeping last night,” she reminded him, and frowned.
“Weren’t you?”

“Yeah…
well… it’s a bad habit I picked up.” He
shrugged. “I’m trying to quit.”

“Good
luck with that,” Greg said, yawning.

“All
right,” Katherine said. “Good night, Gabriel.”
She took Greg’s hand and they walked towards the stairs
together.

“Good
night,” he replied absently, picking up her computer.

*****

Katherine
was jolted awake by a sound from downstairs. Beside her, Greg
rolled over and groaned.

“What
the hell is that?” he asked muzzily.

“Oh
God,” she moaned, pulling the covers over her head. “He’s
playing the trumpet.”

“It’s
four thirty in the morning!”

“So
go tell him to stop!”

“He’s
your weirdo friend,” Greg said, giving her a poke in the
ribs. “You go.”

She
giggled. “No, you!”

“You!”

“Oh
for Heaven’s sake!” She sat up in bed and shouted,
“Gabriel, knock it off!”

The
racket from downstairs continued.

“Gabriel,
blow your horn!” Greg said, laughing.

“Oh
my God!” Katherine said, turning white. Without another
word, she jumped out of bed, snatched up her bathrobe and ran out of
the room.

She
came pounding down the stairs like a madwoman, tying her robe shut as
she ran.

The
archangel was perched on the coffee table, her PowerBook resting near
his feet. He held his trumpet to his lips, preparing to let
loose another blast.

“Gabriel!”
Katherine shouted. She had one hand on her chest and was
breathing hard.

He
lowered the trumpet and looked up at her, puzzled. “Good
morning, Katherine. You’re up early.”

She
gaped at him, incredulous. “You’re down here
blowing the horn for the Last Judgment, and – “

He
blinked. “What?”

“It’s
time for the Last Judgment!”

He
frowned. “No it’s not.”

“Then
why are you blowing your horn?” she demanded.

He
shrugged. “Why not?”

“Because
you’re supposed to play it on Judgment Day! You know,
‘Gabriel blow your horn’.” She threw her
hands up in exasperation. “Why am I explaining
this to you?”

“I
don’t know.” He pointed at her computer. “It
stopped working.”

She
shook her head, trying to follow this shift in the conversation.
“It… huh?”

“It
stopped working,” he repeated.

“You
probably need to recharge the battery, Sport,” a new voice
said. Katherine turned to see Greg coming down the steps,
dressed in sweatpants and a tee shirt.

“Battery?”
Gabriel asked, puzzled.

Greg
put an arm around Katherine and smiled down at Gabriel.
“Laptops won’t run on battery power forever, you know.”

Gabriel’s
eyes narrowed, and he made a noise that sounded like hhhnnnuhh.
He put his trumpet down next to the computer, stood and jumped off
the table.

“Good
morning, Gregory,” he said, moving very close to the other
man. He gave his head a shake, tossing his sleek black hair.

“Ah-chooo!”

Katherine
sighed. “I’ll get the Benadryl,” she said.

Gabriel
moved away, looking quite pleased with himself. Katherine
passed him on her way upstairs. “Oh, you’re
terrible,” she whispered, trying not to smile.

“Yeah,
I know.”

She
laughed.

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