February 13th, 2013
"The purple unicorn..."
JenniAnn smiled at the photograph of
Violeta. "It reminds me of the pink
unicorn... You were so amazing with
little Trevor. And his mother.
So... I take it that was all a 'God
thing'? You winning, knowing his
"Yes and no. The Father told me her
name. He had a message for her that
she needed to hear. The winning...
that was... well, everything's a God
thing. But that was also lots and
lots of practice. Remember my
Twirl-a-Rama assignment?" Andrew chuckled
at the memory.
"How could I forget?"
"Yeah, well, when things were slow with
the carnival, Adam and I would get to know
our fellow carnies by playing their games
and talking with them. We both got
to be pretty good. Came in handy
last week. The pink unicorn... it
was more than a stuffed toy. Kids...
they internalize so much. Think
about Max with the socks. And it's
like you said: the movie. John's
character latched onto that teddy bear his
mom wouldn't let him have as a symbol of
her rejection and I just... I couldn't let
it happen for real," Andrew declared,
tracing the outline of his mouse
pad. "I have no idea if Trevor is
gay but it was pretty obvious to me he
isn't whatever his mother thought a
typical boy should be. But he's who
God made him to be! And I really
hope that now Cassandra continues to
accept Trevor for who he is." The
angel of death ran his hand over his hair
and glanced at his friend. He stared
at JenniAnn for a moment, trying to read
her expression. "Laja, you okay?"
Startled, JenniAnn looked into the angel's
eyes then back to the photograph of
Violeta. "Yes. Sorry. I
heard everything. Just zoned
out. I hope Cassandra is there for
her boy, too."
Andrew turned back to the laptop and
frowned. On several occasions since
he'd gotten back from Afghanistan, the
angel of death had sensed something in his
friend... something that always seemed
just beyond his grasp. Yet he could
never bring himself to make any more than
a polite inquiry.
JenniAnn patted Andrew's arm as he clicked
to the next photo. "I think she will
be," she continued breezily. "She
seemed pretty struck. And like she
knew there was something about you...
something that made you impossible to not
listen to. And... I think Violeta
took a lot from that, too. I love
her dearly but you know how she can
be. She's very attentive to social
mores. Now, if she ever is assigned
to someone who doesn't fit the mold, don't
you think she'll remember that moment and
maybe... soften her response a bit?"
"That's probably true. She really
paid that much attention?" the angel of
"Absolutely. I wish you could have
seen her face as she watched you with
Trevor and his mom. There was awe
and pride but something deeper... she saw
in that moment that no matter what she
ever says or does that you will always,
always love her. I know she's not
human. She's not a teenage girl in
the same way I was a teenage girl and I
know you're not her dad. But there
are similarities and it's HUGE, at that
age, to know that someone supports you and
accepts you just as you are... especially
when that someone is the person you love
and admire most, second only to God."
Andrew briefly rested his head on his
friend's. "Thanks. I hope
Violeta never forgets that."
"I don't think you'll let her. And I
sure..." JenniAnn burst out laughing
and sat up when Andrew clicked into a
folder of photos from their second full
day of their trip. "The girl's got
talent. Great photo!"