The hand on my hair moved to my back, and I realized someone was singing softly. The voice was familiar, and something about it made my chest ache. Well, that was to be expected. Angels' songs would be awfully poignant.
"'I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar, when I met you...'" the voice crooned.
I frowned. Was that really an appropriate song for the Heavenly Host to be--

Author: Rachel Hawkins

The hand on my hair moved to my back, and I realized someone was singing softly. The voice was familiar, and something about it made my chest ache. Well, that was to be expected. Angels' songs would be awfully poignant. <br />"'I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar, when I met you...'" the voice crooned. <br />I frowned. Was that really an appropriate song for the Heavenly Host to be-- - Rachel Hawkins

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