Progressive Properties is aggressively taking over where small neighborhoods once flourished. Now Angelique's Shelter, St. Gabriel's, is under attack. Who shows up at her door to deliver the news? John McDougal, now a prominent property attorney, an...
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Michael heard his cell ringing, but couldn't remember where he had left the darn thing. When it stops after two rings, he figured it was a telemarketer and began heading back up to bed. Then he heard it again. He methodically searched for it by the sound and finally located it on a bookshelf, but by the time he reached it again, he missed the call.
He knew something serious must be going on, for none of his friends would call this late, and when he had seen 'call missed Heaven Sent', he became immediately alarmed. Then he got Angelique's text, and he instantly called back.
"Michael?" Angelique said hesitantly as she picked up the phone.
"Yeah, Angel it's me. What's wrong?" he asked, not liking the distress in her voice.
"Thank Heaven you're there. I didn't wake you, did I?" she asked, as the thought just occurred to her.
Although he was on his way upstairs when the phone rang, he couldn't possibly entertain the idea of sleep until he knew what was wrong. "No, Angel I'm up. What is it?"
"One kid got themselves into trouble and she's pretty banged up."
It didn't add up Angel had seen it all when it came to injuries, but still... "Isn't Alice there?"
"Yes, SHE is, however," Angelique added, "I am not. I was closing up shop and well, the kid landed herself on my doorstep, so to speak."
"Is she hurt bad?" Michael asked, concerned.
"Physically? No, at least I don't think so, but I want her checked out just in case. She seems really shaken up. I was wondering if you'd mind taking over my shift at the shelter tonight. I'll be there at nine to relieve you so you won't miss the ten at church. That is the mass you're assisting with this week, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it is. Don't worry about a thing. I'll try to get in touch with Alice. I'm sure she won't mind hanging out until I get there," Michael told her.
"You're wonderful. I'm worried about this girl. I have a sixth sense telling me I haven't gotten the full story yet." Angelique glanced at the closed bathroom door where Rebecca chose to hide out.
"Well rest easy, Angelgirl, help is on the way. You just take care of the kid and yourself and I'll see you in the A.M."
"Thanks, Michael." Angelique smiled as she hung up the phone. It was a comfort to have Michael to rely on. She looked over at her disheveled companion as she came out of the bathroom and knew under no uncertain terms it was going to be a long night.
"Sorry, no windows," Angelique said, accurately reading Rebecca's disappointment.
Rebecca just rolled her eyes and shrugged, as if she didn't care, although that was the purpose she had for going in there.
"Look, I want to take you to the hospital," Angelique said, not liking the look of her black eye.
Rebecca immediately shook her head no. "No way! I hate hospitals. It's just a black eye. It will go away."
