“What?”
Fiona asks, suddenly stumped, “What do you mean? Did you know I'd
come into the Weave?”
“That
was certainly my intention,” the Angel replies.
Ring
Ring....Ring Ring....Ring Ring
“Why?” she asks
tentatively, not sure if she really wants to know that answer.
“I may have a problem
that I might need your help with,” the Angel tells her.
“What sort of a
problem?”
“I need a serious
talk with a little bird,” he says with a flourish of the hand, “A
bird that wont be inclined to have a serious talk with me.”
Ring
Ring....Ring Ring....Ring Ring
“And you
think I'm going to help you?”
“Oh I'm
certain that you'll try.”
