Page 30 of Eyes Like Angel
As soon as headed towards me, she handed the flyer, it was the same ones I saw by the walls I encountered earlier.
“Come to the church,” she uttered faintly, her verdant eyes angled to mine.
I took the flyer in my hands, heart fluttered at her sight.
Choking, I was unable to say a few words.Should I say ‘hi’ to her? Should I tell her to have a good day? Should I provide her a hug after that encounter I have with her sleeping form in the dark attic? Oh, God, what should I do? I’m a total mess!
Come on, think!
Think!
Instead thanking her or saying a word to her, I watched her go by the time Marceline and Aaron returned with juicy hot burgers and fries in their hands.
“Here’s your burger and fries,” Marceline said, settling the small paper bag onto my empty hand as I had the flyer on the other.
“Who’s that, by the way?” I stated.
“Who?” Marceline inquired, confused.
“Her,” I said, pointing at the nuns in an ivory clothing and veils.
“Those are the nuns,” Aaron said casually, munching on the crispy garlic fries ravenously.
“Obviously,” Marceline said in annoyance to Aaron, smacking him on the head, to mind his own manners.
“Do you know that girl?” I asked her.
“Which one?”
“The girl with a white veil on her head, not the one with a dark veil,” I explained, pointing at her.
“Oh, her,” Marceline said, eating the burger. “I’ve seen her plenty times before, even at the Bible study.”
“When was your bible study?”
Her eyes squinted. “Why?”
“No reason. I didn’t think you’d go there. I thought you’re an atheist.”
“I am, but I’m just there for work, remember. I had to clean and cook at their kitchen. Honestly, their church looks pretty ordinary, sometimes disgusting.”
“Because of their gaudy building?” I guessed, jerking my head.
“Because there’s a weird vibe about it,” she said, frowning. “Anyway, I only go there just so I could avoid my mom, but their chairs are really nice.”
“Do you know her name?” I asked hopefully.
“Who, the nun?”
I nodded, almost eagerly.
“I met her, like, couple of days ago. Hold on, I’m trying to think.” Her finger tapped on her chin.
“Why does she have a golden“W”on her chest?” Aaron chimed in with his mouth full.
My mom would’ve lectured me by saying, “Don’t talk while your mouth is full.” Even as a grown man, I hated getting lectures from her.
“What“W”,” Marceline said.
