others flow more easily than those for ourselves.
we are made to live by charity."
So... I decided it was
to have some more fun with Andrew's hair. Here's
in Heaven continues to be amused by our interest in his
Andrew stood in front of his mirror, contemplating how to proceed
with the rather delicate issue he was facing. He wished Tess
available. She'd fix everything. But she was with an
assignment. As were Monica and Henry. He wasn't sure
Adam was but he hadn't picked up calls placed to his land line or
Andrew assumed he, too, was working a case. Of course, the
of death knew he could always
consult his human friends. However, they were also largely
absent. Yva was in London helping
Willy and she'd brought Lady Beth along for her culinary
expertise. C.J. was attending classes backs in the
Rose wasn't picking
up her phone.
That left JenniAnn.
"Laja..." Andrew sighed, smiling as he did. He loved her
as he did all his friends. But the girl was a little
high-strung. He blushed upon admitting to himself that she
especially so where he was concerned. It wasn't that he
trust her ability to lend him a hand. But one of the last
Andrew ever wanted to do
was upset his friends. And this... He glanced back at the
mirror. The angel of death knew this would definitely upset
Still... Andrew recognized that she always came through and kept
to. As he contemplated his next move, the angel traced a
his hand where there'd once been a
cut. She'd cleaned it, bandaged it, and then let him return
his assignments on the dangerous streets of Manhattan. This
much, much less dire. He was confident she could handle it
without too much angst.
Resolute, the angel of death left Serendipity and headed to
JenniAnn sat in her kitchen, sipping chai and perusing her
end of semester essays. In truth, "end of semester" was
of a joke. The Tunnel children attended classes
Still, Vincent wanted them to have some concept of semesters and
cards in the event they ever transitioned to school Above.
religion teacher had dutifully graded papers for over an
Though enchanted by
the children's musings, reading them was beginning to
wear on JenniAnn's eyes. She concluded a break was
As JenniAnn considered what to do with her
free time, she heard the front door open. She had an open
door policy at Willowveil but people seldom dropped in without
calling first. The lady of the castle rose, pondering who it
might be. Before she reached the hall, her
curiosity was sated by a plaintive call.
JenniAnn gasped. It was Andrew! And something about
voice didn't sound right at all! She ran into the hallway,
colliding with the angel of death.
"Sorry I didn't call but..."
"Andrew! What's wrong?" JenniAnn interrupted. Looking
up and down, she could see no reason to panic. He didn't
banged up. He didn't even look particularly sad.
she did have to wonder about the over-sized bucket hat perched on
head... It didn't really mesh with the white shirt (the
of which was blessedly unencumbered by a tie, she mentally noted
later recitation to her friends) and beige
slacks he was wearing.
Andrew noticed the woman staring at the hat.
"It suits you. And it's cute," JenniAnn assured upon
her gawking had been discovered.
"What's under it isn't..." the angel muttered.
JenniAnn gasped for a second time. "Andrew! You take
back right now. That's a horrid thing to say about
yourself. You're adorable and super handsome and if I have
Yva, Lady Beth, and C.J. to second me, I will! Honestly,
sometimes I think your eye sight is way worse than you let on if
can't see how utterly, devastatingly..."
Andrew set a hand on her shoulder, laughing in spite of the
that had sent him over. "Laja! Relax. I didn't
me. Or not all of me. Just part... at the
realized he was
only further distressing his friend so flashed a breezy
you, though. For calling me 'adorable and super handsome', I
"Any time. Especially since it's true. So... what did
mean?" JenniAnn eyed him
Andrew began to fidget with the straps of the bag he was
"Laja, I need your help. I had a little... incident."
angel nodded, set the bag down, removed his hat, and looked
sheepishly at his friend as he pointed to his hair.
your hair looks perfectly fi..."
voice died away as he turned so his back was facing her.
"Oh, good gravy..."
"Wish it was. Gravy would be easier to get out."
"How did you get a freaking huge wad of gum stuck in your hair?!"
Andrew turned back around to face his friend. "See, I had
assignment... actually two assignments but I didn't realize right
that they were connected. An estranged father and son and
Father let me help reunite them and, you know, it was just so
back together..." He beamed, recalling that reunion stole
attention away from his hair trauma. "I stuck around for a
while. Just long enough to see my assignments enjoy a picnic
lunch together. And I leaned against a wall while I was
watching and..." Andrew frowned. "Apparently someone
thought it was a good
place to put their used gum. Used... chewed on... gum,
Laja! In my hair!"
he moaned, wrinkling his nose.
JenniAnn knew Andrew wasn't the fussy type in the least. Nor
vain. But he did have a very understandable hang-up about
and... there was ABC gum in his hair!!! She was growing
herself but soon had an
idea. "Well, just go Home. I mean isn't that how it
works? Maybe you get a lil grimy here from, I dunno, being a
mechanic or something and then you go Home and... bing!...
Andrew chuckled, eye brows arching in amusement.
"Well something like that! So?"
The angel sighed. "I was expecting to go Home. But
I showed up at Serendipity so I guess I'm supposed to deal with
this. I was going to try to cut it out myself but since it's
right in the middle in the back..." He reached behind his
his right hand mimicking scissors to show how difficult such an
JenniAnn had visions of wayward scissors and
"Thank you so very much for *not* attempting that.
She stepped closer and reached up, trying to access the damage.
Andrew yanked away. "Don't touch it! Laja, there's...
"Well, why'd ya come over here if you're not gonna let me do
anything!?" she queried, hands on her hips.
The angel retrieved the bag at his feet. He pulled out two
plastic gloves. "Here. I grabbed them out of my First
kit before I
JenniAnn accepted the gloves and peered into the bag. "What
do ya got in there?"
Andrew silently held the bag open revealing a brush, comb, and
The woman stared at the latter, hoping she wouldn't have to use
them. "C'mon into the kitchen. I wanna try something."
Andrew followed JenniAnn and took a seat in the chair she
watched curiously as she threw a few ice cubes into a sandwich bag
retrieved an oven mitt from a drawer.
"So this may be a lil uncomfy but I read in some parenting
that if we ice the
gum then it'll harden and then we can just pull it off!" JenniAnn
Andrew smiled to himself. Somehow it didn't surprise him
woman was already reading parenting magazines. "All
give this a try," he agreed.
"Good. If you
start to feel brain freeze coming on, lemme know.
Actually..." JenniAnn grabbed a tea towel, showily put on
gloves causing Andrew to chuckle, carefully lifted the snarled
the nape of his neck, and set the cloth against it to protect him
the cold. Then she freed as much hair as she could and set
bag of ice on top of the hopefully-not-hopeless tangle.
"Now put the mitt on and just hold the bag right where I have it,"
The angel of death obeyed.
"Then I think we gotta wait about fifteen minutes to see if it
JenniAnn informed him as she set the timer on the oven before
seat across from him at the table. "Okay, there?" she
Andrew shrugged. "Embarrassed. And sorry I interrupted
day. I really did intend to take care of it myself and I
rig up a couple mirrors so I could see what I was doing back there
"Aww, my poor love!" JenniAnn stood and carefully hugged
mindful of the
ice. "Don't be embarrassed. I coulda gotten gum in my
just as easily. And do *not* act like this is some sacrifice
my part. I love spending time with you... even like
Besides, this is awfully minor compared to some of the scrapes
got me out of. And I always pray that if you need me, God
will let me help you, Andrew. Course... this isn't exactly
I had in mind. But I won't complain about how God decides to
answer my prayers."
"Thank you for the prayers, Laja. And the hug. I'll
it when both my arms are free." Andrew smiled, settling for
squeezing her hand once she'd settled back into her chair.
what were you doing
before I got here?"
"Nothing, really. I had been grading papers. Drinking
iced chai." JenniAnn started as she lifted her glass.
sorry. Do you want some? It's really good and...
The angel laughed. "Sure, thanks."
JenniAnn beamed and began to prepare him a glass as she
"So I'd decided to
take a break. And there's no one I'd rather spend a break
with." She smiled to reassure him she spoke
truthfully. "But what about you? So this was a good
assignment before the, uh, gum?"
"Yeah... yeah. It really was."
"Tell me about it. I mean, if you can." JenniAnn
glass in front of the angel and reclaimed her seat, peering
"Thank you, Laja." Andrew took a sip and smiled.
right. Very chai-y and very good."
JenniAnn returned the smile and continued to eye him eagerly.
The angel knew what his friend was up to, trying to
distract him and keep his focus off his hair woes. He was
touched. And it seemed like a good idea. Andrew wanted
know about his more pleasant assignments. Increasingly
and the other Dyelanders were experiencing his more difficult
alongside him. He needed to give them a more balanced
of his life as an angel of death and maybe, with that, some
peace. He recognized the chance to start and
"Well, I was a school counselor. And this kid... Ethan...
seen his dad for almost a year. He's a real good kid but he
started acting out so he was sent to my office to visit. And
something about the way he described his father just really
me, you know?"
"It turns out I've been spending some time with the father,
Jeremy. He, umm, he's dying. Cancer. And he
want his son to see
him growing weaker... less able to rough house, play catch, things
that." Andrew shook his head, frowning as he recalled the
behind Jeremy's decision. His expression cleared as he
what the Father had brought about for the man and his child.
JenniAnn listened, entranced as Andrew so compassionately spoke of
The angel of death's eyes shone as he continued. "So I told
Jeremy about how much his son needed whatever time he had to give
him... even if
it wasn't much. And, of course, I told him that his own
Heaven loved him very much. That He... He'd given
him a great gift in becoming a father himself. That Ethan
gift he deserved to cherish. Laja, I wish you could have
peace that washed over Jeremy's face. And just the
joy that Ethan felt when his dad came by his mom's place and
up for lunch and a day at the park. I think the kid was
as much as us angels!
I know Jeremy and Ethan will
make the most of the time they have and those memories... they're
see Ethan through a lot in the years ahead. It really was a
perfect assignment until..." Andrew blushed again.
At that remark, the oven timer beeped.
JenniAnn sighed, sorry to have the recollection end and to find
and Andrew at the moment of truth. She decided to stall for
a moment more. "Andrew, it sounds like you
did an amazing job," she praised, beaming at him. "Thanks
letting me hear about it.
It's always so moving to hear ya speak about your assignments."
"It feels good to talk about them. You know, that's one of
things I still miss about working with Monica and Tess. Just
talking about our assignments. But with all of you,
these last couple of years, I feel like I have that sort of
back." Andrew smiled brightly at his friend.
"I'm so glad, Andrew." JenniAnn smiled again at him,
The oven timer let out a second series of beeps.
"All right, all right!" she cried, getting up to turn it
Andrew lowered the ice from his head.
"So now... here's hoping..." JenniAnn murmured as she put back on
gloves she had removed during the angel's tale and stood behind
him. She reached for the gum, praying it would simply slide
Nothing. It didn't budge.
Andrew craned his neck and smiled gently at her. "Laja, I
couldn't feel that at all. I appreciate that you're being
but you may just have to tug
Wincing, JenniAnn again pinched the gum between her fingers and
Nothing again. The gum was as stuck as ever. And,
yet, the woman had noticed the angel's
hands grip the table as she'd pulled.
"Laja?" Andrew called after a few moments of silence.
There was only a sniffle in response.
The angel was instantly on his feet and facing JenniAnn who had
pooling in her eyes.
"That hurt you. I don't ever want to hurt you," she
whimpered. "Never, ever... I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Andrew pulled her into a hug, feeling sorry himself that he'd put
in such a
position. "Hey there, don't cry. And don't be
You did nothing wrong, Laja. It
really didn't hurt and you only did it because I asked you
really should just go to a barber and..."
"I... I just wanted to make everything better," the girl mumbled
"I know. But you know what? I think I'm about due for
haircut, anyway. It's gettin' hotter and sometimes this long
hair makes it hotter still. And I'm not like you. I
just put it up in some stylish hair clip thingy. Or those
with the chop sticks you sometimes wear."
JenniAnn pulled away and laughed. "They're just called stick
barrettes. I don't typically stick eating utensils in my
hair. And, no, I guess you can't." She drew in a deep
breath. "Okay. No more ice. But I can cut it
out. A professional may need to even it all out after but
get the scissors. And I'll...
"Hello?" a voice called from the hall.
"Adam!" Andrew shouted back.
"We're in the kitchen," JenniAnn added, feeling immensely relieved
the possibility of handing the unwanted task off.
They heard some indistinct mumbling then both Adam and Rose
appeared. The newcomers looked from Andrew to JenniAnn and
Rose zeroed in on the towel around Andrew's neck. "All
right... Either JenniAnn is cutting your hair... which I
imagine. Or the two of you have some sort of Superman/Lois
complex... which I don't *want* to imagine."
Adam circled around the table and, once poised to Andrew's left,
the unusual shape of his friend's hair. He tilted his head,
"Not a Superman/Lois Lane complex," Andrew assured.
"Andrew's cooler than Superman," JenniAnn averred at the same
time. "And I'd always recognize him, glasses or not."
"Umm, buddy?" Adam began. "Are you, uh, trying some sort of
garde hair style or is that a large wad of gum back there?"
Hearing his words, Rose rushed to stand behind Andrew then hugged
"Poor Andrew! And your poor, lovely hair!"
Blushing, Andrew explained the origins of the gum once more...
sniffling as he came to the part about the failed icing
"So Laja was nice enough to say she'd just cut it out. For
which I'm very grateful because... it's getting itchy." The
Not wanting Andrew to be uncomfortable a moment longer, JenniAnn
up the scissors. "Okay, sit back down and we'll do this."
Andrew hugged her then reclaimed his seat as Rose and Adam looked
with interest and some concern... JenniAnn seemed more than a
"Would you rather I do it?" Adam offered.
JenniAnn turned to him with a look of absolute relief, nodded,
the gloves off, and handed
them to the elder angel of death along with the scissors.
With considerably less angst, Adam approached his friend.
this why you were trying to call me? And Rose? We were
at the Cafe playing pool and when we got back to our table we both
missed calls from you."
"But when we tried to call back... nothing," Rose finished.
that's why we headed over here, hoping JenniAnn would know where
Andrew patted his pockets. "I think I must have left my
over at Serendipity. But, yeah, I was trying to
stopped, noticing that JenniAnn's head was bowed. She knew
visiting her hadn't been his preferred option. He made a
note to smooth things over with her later.
Adam noticed JenniAnn look stricken followed by a guilty look from
longtime friend. He didn't know what to make of the silent
exchange so stayed focused on the task
at hand. "So am I just cutting this mess out and you'll try
sort of comb-over or maybe hair plugs or should I even it out?"
Andrew smirked at the idea of hair plugs. "Just chop it all
Adam lifted the clump of gunked up hair from Andrew's neck and
"No!!!!" JenniAnn shouted and stayed Adam's hand.
The two angels of death and Rose stared at her.
"JenniAnn, I know we all love Andrew's long hair. But this
the best. And it'll grow back. I mean he cut it back
October and by Christmas it was already pretty shaggy," Rose
reasoned. "And by February... long. It won't take much
to come back."
"She's right, Laja. And I really, really don't mind it
be cut. I don't," Andrew stressed. "It's really,
JenniAnn knelt by Andrew's chair. "I know it's okay to cut
hair. But it's not okay for Adam to do it. You came
here for help. And I said I would help you. And so I
should. I want to. Maybe I wasn't your first choice...
I can do this," she insisted.
The angel smiled lovingly at her. "Laja, I know you
But I also know you can be so sensitive about me and I didn't want
to have to do something you didn't want to do."
"Lots of people have to do things they don't always want to do
people need for them to do them," she responded, looking from
him to Adam and back. "I've learned that from the
said that I want you to talk to me when you need to, let me help
when I can... how can I possibly expect you to honor that when I
couldn't even cut your hair without turning into a basket
But I can, Andrew."
Adam smiled as he looked from Andrew to the woman. He handed
the scissors and gloves, knowing Andrew wouldn't argue with her.
After receiving an affectionate, encouraging squeeze of the hand
Andrew, JenniAnn reclaimed her
place behind the chair. She held the mass in her left hand
brought the scissors to it with her right and...
"'Your faith was strong, but you needed proof. You saw her
bathing on the roof, her beauty and the moonlight overthrew
She tied you to a kitchen chair. She broke your throne, she
your hair, and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah.
Halle...'" Adam paused in his soulful singing when he
of green eyes were glaring at him from beneath two mops of blonde
hair. Rose was laughing gleefully. "What?" he
queried. "I thought a little music might ease the tension."
"But *that* song, Adam?" Andrew questioned, right eye brow
arched. "It's a little... suggestive, don't you think?"
"It's the only one I know about a haircut!" he protested.
it's biblical! You're an angel, JenniAnn's a theology
JenniAnn recovered and laughed. "All right.
Understandable. Adam, please continue to serenade us...
Leonard Cohen/ John
As Adam continued his chorus of Hallelujahs with Rose joining
in... clumps of Andrew's hair drifted to the kitchen floor.
later; Adam, Rose, and
JenniAnn were waiting on Willowveil's porch. They all looked
when Andrew came bounding up the steps.
"So how do you feel?" Adam
"Much, much better."
Andrew slid his hand over his freshly washed
hair, smiled contently, and took a seat.
"Well, you look great," Rose
"Thank you. I have a
very talented hair stylist." He looked
over at JenniAnn with a grin.
She blushed. "I think
you look very nice with your hair short
again, Andrew. But I still don't understand why you couldn't just
go Home and have it all taken care of."
"You know... I was thinking about that myself. And I think
Father had more in mind than dislodging some gum from my hair when
sent me back here," Andrew mused.
Rose looked curiously at the angel. "What's that?"
"I happen to think that the Father wanted to offer me further
that I can always count on my friends here to help me out.
them," the angel stressed.
JenniAnn looked up and met Andrew's proud smile with her
could see that. And I rather like believing it. But
that you say that... I also
think God may have had other reasons, too, to make it so your hair
"What would those be, Laja?"
"Well, for one, it gave Adam a chance to sing." She grinned
Adam who bowed dramatically. "And for another... it left me
this." JenniAnn proudly produced a lock of hair. "I
sure to grab a lock that wasn't near the gummy spot."
"Okay... but what are you planning to do with it?" Andrew
Rose laughed. "Do you really have to ask?" She
unsurprised, as JenniAnn pulled an unfinished volume of Andrew's
scrapbook out from under her chair.
Adam chuckled as JenniAnn taped the lock down. "It's like
very own baby book, Andrew.
A little late, though. You haven't been a baby for oh..."
JenniAnn and Rose both gasped, thinking they may finally have come
the long sought answer to Andrew's age.
"Well, it's been a very, very long time," the elder angel of death
concluded, winking at the girls.
Rose groaned then redirected her attention to the book. She
accepted some stickers shaped like hairbrushes, combs, and
from JenniAnn and placed them on the page.
JenniAnn wrote the words "Andrew's First (Dyeland) Haircut" in
script across a cut-out banner which she pasted onto the
Then she handed the book and pen to Adam. "How about we
immortalize your musical stylings?"
Adam chuckled and jotted down some of the "Hallelujah" lyrics.
Andrew watched the proceedings in amusement.
"Now there's just one more thing we need..." JenniAnn
she looked at Andrew.
The angel of death raised his eye brows. "Do you want me to
it or something? Some sort of statement? 'I, Andrew,
of death, hereby declare that Lady JenniAnn Dwynwen Chandler of
Willowveil did cut my hair today in the presence of the
witnesses, Adam and Rose'?"
The woman laughed. "Sure, do that. But that's not what
meant. We need photographic proof." She set a camera
table then surveyed the area, hunting for the perfect background
Andrew laughed. "All right, Laja. But I want the shot
me in my most flattering pose."
"Most flattering pose?" Rose pondered aloud. She was more
little surprised that the ever-modest angel not only apparently
favorite pose but was insisting on it.
Adam and JenniAnn exchanged equally confused glances.
Smiling, Andrew reached for the camera.
"What are you doing, buddy?" Adam asked as he watched Andrew set
camera on the porch railing and stand on the ground to check the
"I'm settin' up my best pose, like I said," he replied. Once
was satisfied, he returned to the porch and waved to the
"Well, everyone take a seat. The timer's set for a minute."
Then it dawned on the three that by his "most flattering pose,"
meant one that included friends.
"Aww!" Rose and JenniAnn cooed in unison as they scrambled into
on either side of the swing.
"It'll be a lil crammed but we can all fit," JenniAnn insisted.
Adam shook his head. "Andrew, you sit between them. I
my own idea."
Soon after the four were situated, the camera flashed.
JenniAnn yanked the
photo off the printer and smiled at it.
Adam, Andrew, and Rose were gathered around her desk where the
"You want to do the honors, Andrew?" JenniAnn asked, holding
out to him.
The angel of death carefully placed the picture on the page
photo corners into place. He beamed down at the image of
and Rose beside him and Adam crouched behind the swing,
Andrew's shorn hair and grinning mischeviously.
"So what do you think?" Rose asked.
"I think it really is my best pose: with friends," Andrew
smiling at them. "And I'm very glad the Father sent me
here after the gum incident."
"Me too," JenniAnn agreed, hugging him.
Rose claimed her turn next. "It's amazing how He can
something as... well, gross as chewed gum and make it into
good, isn't it?"
Adam nodded. "It really is. And He does it all the
"Hallelujah," Andrew added. He smiled at Adam, recalling his
impromptu performance. Then he gazed up, sincerely praising
Father for his friends, those beside him in that moment and those
scattered all around the universe He had so lovingly created.
-Lyrics from "Hallelujah" were penned by Leonard Cohen.
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