Page 73 of In Death, Love Survives
“Yeah. The problem with fallen angels is that it means they’re in trouble. Can’t have that.”
“Well, I’m sure the feeling of your angel is perfectly fine. Not fallen at all.”
“That’s a good reminder. To assume my feeling of peace isn’t broken today.”
“Not today.”
Nova twists in her seat slightly, clearly trying to remain professional in this situation.
“Now, let’s talk about something happy,” she says.
“Happy?” I ask.
“Yes. Tell me about your childhood pets. Did you have any?”
I cross my arms over my chest.
“I did. A German shepherd.”
She smiles.
“A fan of big dogs?”
“I am.”
“They are beautiful creatures.”
“They are.”
“What was its name?”
“His name was Rover.”
Nova laughs.
“That was a pretty typical name back then.”
“Oh, I know. I had a childhood dog named Rover too. Only…”
She trails off suddenly, remembering that it’s not just her and me getting to know one another. I need to help her out of this.
“Anyone who has issues with animals is odd,” I say.
She looks relieved.
“I say, many people would agree with that notion.”
“Something I have in common with the masses then.”
“We all have to have something.”
I glance up at the camera and back at Nova.
“Alright, so what else are you going to try and pull out of me today, Doctor?”
She bites the end of the pen in thought.
“It’s your time to share. Why don’t you tell me what you’d like to discuss today?” she counters.
