“…If only I could be left alone to write, not be harassed by bullies now whining iontgiveafuq about their bullying.” The angel cries. “If only there were a way to clarify them so as to keep their hands so full they’d bag off my ass for the rest of the year!” she softens, suddenly bemused.

“It is rather perplexing,” she smiles ruefully. “If they’d left me to my own devices people might have actually believed all the heinous and disrespectful inanities they slanderously gossiped about only After trying to see if mentioning me like a token in certain realms would bless them…like it wouldn’t get back to me. They put me on the radars of people I never would’ve bothered, or bothered with. Who reached out with respect I would’ve never requested, holding nothing but derision for those who’d made the reach-out impossible to avoid-“

The skies open and she smiles widely. ” God knows what he’s doing.”