"It's the ethereal I want to be in."
"That doesn't make sense."
"It doesn't matter......the Ethereal is where I saw her..."
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a pissed of angel fell from the he...
Delores and Paul were still in the jet, traveling to Hollywood.
Silence was in the air.
Until Paul then asked a simple little curious question;
"What's the ethereal like?"
"What the hell did you just say?" Delores immediately snapped, offended and completely puzzled which fused together to create anger.
Paul didn't seem to react to her little outburst and instead grew a thin smile with a dreamy glaze on his face.
"It's the ethereal I want to be in."
"That doesn't make sense."
"It doesn't matter......the Ethereal is where I saw her..."
And this claim caused Delores to sit up from her seat and to rip off her $9 sunglasses.
"Who- who did you see?" Delores was now curious, something she would never feel towards the human.
Paul's now light shade of brown doe-eyes darted to Delores eyes that carried all that Paul wanted to see.
Paul said, lips salvated from saliva that satisfied his dry mouth. "I'm not sure but..she's this woman. She has blondish hair, sort of tinted orange. Blue eyes. Freckles, maybe. But; whenever I see her it all feels good. I feel fine." Paul kept flashing his eyes down to the carpeted jet up to the earth eyes.
Delores instantly remembered the same woman from her vision. Linda Eastman.
Delores knew who she was, knew the part she played in Paul's life. In fact, Delores knew everything.
But she didn't know Paul was having these visions of the woman. And she didn't know that Paul had renamed heaven the ethereal. Delores wasn't sure how she felt about it.
