My guardian angel is afraid of the dark. He pretends he’s not,
sends me ahead, tells me he’ll be along in a moment. Pretty
soon I can’t see a thing. “This must be the darkest corner of
heaven,” someone whispers behind my back. It turns out her
guardian angel is missing too. “It’s an outrage,” I tell her. “The
dirty little cowards leaving us like this alone.” And of course,
fo all we know, one of us may be an old man on his deathbed
and the other one a sleepy little girl with glasses.