I make a show of lifting him and putting
him into the chair, grunting and staggering as though he’s terribly heavy. I want the watchers to think the angel is as heavy as he looks, because maybe then they’ll conclude that I’m stronger and tougher than I look in my underfed five-foot-two frame.
Is that the beginning of an amused grin
forming on the angel’s face?
Whatever it is, it turns into a grimace of pain as I dump him into the chair.

Autore: Susan Ee