tears.
“They used their sleeves.”
“That’s gross.”
“If I remember correctly you tried to do that once,” Annabelle said. “You seem to be adopting a lot of human mannerisms lately.”
Zing studied Annabelle’s face. “That’s not a good thing, is it?”
“Let’s just say there might be repercussions.”
“Like what?”
“Worry about that later. Right now you need to expose Dove Lance and save Nell’s heart. I talked to Ralph about how to do it.”
“Who’s Ralph?” Zing asked.
“He’s in the gay guy department. His human works at Google.”
“Oh.”
“He explained to me about Google’s face recognition software.” Annabelle pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Zing. “He wrote down the instructions on how to make sure Dove’s Facebook photo is really of her.”
Zing studied the paper. “This looks way hard.”
“I think with your three heads it’s going to be a breeze and it might even help get Carol and Miracle together.”
“Because they’re meant to be together?”
“That’s right. Remember we all have our destinies.”
“I wonder what my destiny will be,” Zing mused aloud.
“Follow your heart. You’ll find out.”
***
Zing was asleep when Miracle softly tapped on her door. “Zing honey, can I come in?”
Zing’s head was killing her. It hurt worse than a brain freeze. “Only if you bring some aspirin. I have a ferocious headache.” She placed both hands on her head like a vice grip and squeezed.
“Your wish is my command.”
Miracle returned a couple of minutes later with a glass of water and two aspirin. She handed them to Zing and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Why does my head hurt so bad? Was it because I was angry?”
“Maybe, but I think it has more to do with the cheesecake and wine.”
“Too much sugar?”
“Yep.”
“Is this what you call a sugar crash?”
Miracle nodded. “Are you okay other than your headache?”
“I guess. I’m not mad at Carol anymore. Annabelle came and we talked. She’s right. Most people don’t believe in guardian angels.”
“But some of us do.”
“That’s what she said. But she did give me this,” Zing said, handing Miracle the piece of paper with Ralph’s instructions on them. “It’s to help us uncover the real Dove Lance.”
Miracle studied the sheet of paper intently. “Hmm.”
Zing didn’t know if this was a good “hmm” or a bad “hmm,” that was the problem with “hmms.”
“Where’d she get the instructions? Do they have computers up there at HQ?”
“Who do you think invented them?”
“Oh.”
“How’d it go with Carol? You know, after I left?” Zing asked.
“She invited me to come in for a free donut tomorrow. I take that as a good sign.”
“Be careful, though,” Zing warned.
“Why, you think Carol will break my heart?”
“No, I mean be careful about too many donuts.” Zing pinched her waist. “Look what they did to me.”
Miracle laughed. “That’s a love handle. Welcome to being human. You might want to slow down on the sweets and have fruits and veggies instead. I’ll make you up a snack bag filled with healthy stuff for you to munch on tomorrow,” Miracle said.
“Okay.”
“You’ll like them.” Miracle didn’t meet her eye when she said it.
“As much as donuts?”
“Sure.”
“Are you lying?” Zing asked.
“Maybe just a little.”
Chapter Seven
“ Homeless Tom said thank you for the donuts,” Zing said, walking back in from the bakery’s kitchen. She sat down at the table with Carol and Miracle after turning the door’s open sign to “Closed.”
Carol studied the sheet of paper in her hands and said, “This looks like gobbledygook to me. You really think we can pull this off?”
“Ralph told Annabelle it would work,” Zing said.
“Can’t you just fly back up to wherever you’re from and have Ralph the geek angel do it for us?” Carol asked.
“I can’t fly. I’m not that kind of angel,”
“They used their sleeves.”
“That’s gross.”
“If I remember correctly you tried to do that once,” Annabelle said. “You seem to be adopting a lot of human mannerisms lately.”
Zing studied Annabelle’s face. “That’s not a good thing, is it?”
“Let’s just say there might be repercussions.”
“Like what?”
“Worry about that later. Right now you need to expose Dove Lance and save Nell’s heart. I talked to Ralph about how to do it.”
“Who’s Ralph?” Zing asked.
“He’s in the gay guy department. His human works at Google.”
“Oh.”
“He explained to me about Google’s face recognition software.” Annabelle pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Zing. “He wrote down the instructions on how to make sure Dove’s Facebook photo is really of her.”
Zing studied the paper. “This looks way hard.”
“I think with your three heads it’s going to be a breeze and it might even help get Carol and Miracle together.”
“Because they’re meant to be together?”
“That’s right. Remember we all have our destinies.”
“I wonder what my destiny will be,” Zing mused aloud.
“Follow your heart. You’ll find out.”
***
Zing was asleep when Miracle softly tapped on her door. “Zing honey, can I come in?”
Zing’s head was killing her. It hurt worse than a brain freeze. “Only if you bring some aspirin. I have a ferocious headache.” She placed both hands on her head like a vice grip and squeezed.
“Your wish is my command.”
Miracle returned a couple of minutes later with a glass of water and two aspirin. She handed them to Zing and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Why does my head hurt so bad? Was it because I was angry?”
“Maybe, but I think it has more to do with the cheesecake and wine.”
“Too much sugar?”
“Yep.”
“Is this what you call a sugar crash?”
Miracle nodded. “Are you okay other than your headache?”
“I guess. I’m not mad at Carol anymore. Annabelle came and we talked. She’s right. Most people don’t believe in guardian angels.”
“But some of us do.”
“That’s what she said. But she did give me this,” Zing said, handing Miracle the piece of paper with Ralph’s instructions on them. “It’s to help us uncover the real Dove Lance.”
Miracle studied the sheet of paper intently. “Hmm.”
Zing didn’t know if this was a good “hmm” or a bad “hmm,” that was the problem with “hmms.”
“Where’d she get the instructions? Do they have computers up there at HQ?”
“Who do you think invented them?”
“Oh.”
“How’d it go with Carol? You know, after I left?” Zing asked.
“She invited me to come in for a free donut tomorrow. I take that as a good sign.”
“Be careful, though,” Zing warned.
“Why, you think Carol will break my heart?”
“No, I mean be careful about too many donuts.” Zing pinched her waist. “Look what they did to me.”
Miracle laughed. “That’s a love handle. Welcome to being human. You might want to slow down on the sweets and have fruits and veggies instead. I’ll make you up a snack bag filled with healthy stuff for you to munch on tomorrow,” Miracle said.
“Okay.”
“You’ll like them.” Miracle didn’t meet her eye when she said it.
“As much as donuts?”
“Sure.”
“Are you lying?” Zing asked.
“Maybe just a little.”
Chapter Seven
“ Homeless Tom said thank you for the donuts,” Zing said, walking back in from the bakery’s kitchen. She sat down at the table with Carol and Miracle after turning the door’s open sign to “Closed.”
Carol studied the sheet of paper in her hands and said, “This looks like gobbledygook to me. You really think we can pull this off?”
“Ralph told Annabelle it would work,” Zing said.
“Can’t you just fly back up to wherever you’re from and have Ralph the geek angel do it for us?” Carol asked.
“I can’t fly. I’m not that kind of angel,”
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