It was high noon when she finished her business and was returning to the train station. As she came up Jackson Boulevard, her pace slowed when she noticed The Olde Book Shoppe was there again – in the distance. “What in holy hell is going on,” she murmured to herself.584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFJCPogYOJH
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It began to drizzle as she approached the front of the bookshop. She hesitantly opened the shop door and found nothing out of the ordinary as the bell over the door announced her arrival. Her thoughts of how this bookshop could disappear and reappear faded as she thought of the visitor in the loft.584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvqfflISaNt
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She heard shuffling across floorboards before she saw Morris emerge from the back room. “Ah, there you are, my dear. I am so pleased to see you again. How are you?”584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz8WRwPcFBO
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“Perplexed would pretty well describe it.” She moved closer to Morris and spoke softly; “Is he still there?”584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiZ1smdg2PR
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Morris nodded, “Oh, yes, he most certainly is. Have you come to help?”584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTekFp6pCdq
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“Help? How in the world could I help?”584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYeAQQziopo
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Grace paused. Common sense told her to run for the hills and never come back. Curiosity and her woman’s intuition told her to take a chance. And there was the added benefit of a possible story. Besides, it wasn’t every day one encounters a good looking angel who smells good. She smiled at Morris and moved to the stairway.584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeIb9QFcPpZ
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After carefully climbing the crowded stairs, she moved quietly along the balcony and stopped when she saw the familiar movement in the alcove. Thinking he may be nervous about her coming so close, she looked over the railing and whispered, “Morris, would you say a few words to calm him … and me.”584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDCIjAnmmoY
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“It’s all right, my friend. She’ll do you no harm. She is here to help,” came the dulcet tones of Morris’ voice.584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRPWNTHQ9h4
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She continued moving slowly toward the alcove, “My name is Grace. Will you speak with me and let me help you?” The clouds above the bookshop broke, letting the Sun stream through the skylight, illuminating the loft.584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHnFO308trT
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Grace stopped when the Angel became visible and was taken aback by what else she saw as the angel pulled back from the light. She turned and quickly descended the stairs.584Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNPc6K4en7W
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