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faded.
    “It is not exactly what I envisaged,” Michael
sighed, taking a long sip of water. “However, your vessel is frozen
in time.”
    “ What the hell does that mean?” I demanded.
Okay, it wasn’t exactly how I had
envisioned remaining forever, but I didn’t exactly appreciate the
insult.
    Michael’s eyes narrowed a fraction. “I
thought I told you not to refer to hell anymore.”
    “You told me not to refer to hell in ‘the
Lord’s house’,” I corrected him, complete with finger quotes.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but this isn’t his house, it’s
yours.”
    Michael let out an exasperated sigh and
placed his glass down. “Your vessel will not age. Your hair will
not grow. You cannot gain weight and you cannot get ill,” he reeled
off at me.
    Was I glad I had shaved my legs before I
ventured out! There was at least one perk to being dead.
    “However, because you cannot age, humans will
begin to notice that you are not getting older,” he continued.
    “And that means what?” I asked, my eyebrows
furrowing as I thought it out. “I have to move every ten
years?”
    “Should you be required to remain in the same
place, you will have to change vessels every ten years,” he
corrected me. He cocked his head, examining me. “You might be
lucky. You might make fifteen years in this one.”
    Unsure as to whether I should be taking that
as a compliment or an insult, I shrugged. “What does it matter?
Apparently I can’t communicate with people.”
    Michael shook his head. “I never said that. I
said you couldn’t visit your aunt and your friends,” he quickly
added before I could voice my objection. “There are many jobs an
angel has, and communicating with certain humans is essential in
these roles.”
    “An angel has jobs?” I blurted out before I
could stop myself.
    Instead of snapping at me like I expected, he
actually smiled. “Yes. What did you think we did all day? Sit on
clouds playing harps?”
    “ I didn’t think you existed,” I shrugged.
“But if I was going to
contemplate your existence, then yes, I would go for harp playing
on clouds.”
    Michael laughed this time. “I suppose we
allowed the Romantics to get away with that one.”
    “Then what do you do?” I asked him, my
curiosity getting the better of me. If he said charity work, vicar
or spiritual leader, I wasn’t going to be able to stop myself from
rolling my eyes.
    “When you are not training,” he began,
avoiding my question.
    “Training?” I repeated, cutting him off
instead of calling him on not answering the original question.
    “Yes, training.” He frowned, returning to the
couch. “This would go a lot faster if you didn’t repeat me all the
time.”
    “Michael, right now I am only just beginning
to believe that I am not dreaming and that there’s a chance you
might be telling the truth. Forgive me if I take a while to get my
head around this,” I told him.
    “You are forgiven,” Michael nodded. “And, for
the record, I don’t lie.”
    For some reason, I didn’t doubt that for one
moment. “Training?” I prompted.
    “Training,” Michael nodded in agreement.
“When you are not learning to use a bow and arrow, or wield a
sword-”
    “Whoa!” I cried, my hand shooting up in the
air. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Swords and bows? What the hell do angels
need weapons for?” I spluttered in amazement. So much for the
harmless harp playing images of angels I had in my head.
    Although he gave me a disapproving look, he
didn’t comment on my choice of words. “You really don’t know
anything about angels, do you?” he realized.
    “I didn’t believe in them!” I exclaimed
loudly. “And I have never read a Bible, much less picked one up. So
no, I am an angel virgin.”
    Michael closed his eyes and inhaled deeply
leaving me thinking I had taken it a step too far. I braced myself,
ready for a verbal lashing. Instead, he exhaled slowly and opened
his eyes to look at me. “One of the duties of an