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Bless Me Father 9: Nuptials
By Deane Christopher
Edited by Steve Zink
To say that Karen was mad would have been the grossest of
understatements. The former Catholic priest felt that two of the
people that she cared for deeply had egregiously betrayed her
trust. Both had duped her through a simple act of omission. Both
had neglected to inform her of what Karen believed to be a very
pertinent detail. Both had neglected to make mention of the fact
that they were angels, and that she and her newborn, Danielle,
were their present assignment here on Earth.
Infuriating Karen even more was the fact that those two
friends of hers were not just angels; they were from the upper
echelon of the Heavenly Host in that they were both notable
archangels. Fact is, they were two of the most celebrated of all
the archangels. Though one was operating under the earthly guise
of a quirky nineteen-year-old female, Karen had come face to face
with the extremely intimidating revelation that her two friends
were none other than the Archangels Gabriel and Michael.
Muddying the waters even more was the disquieting fact that
the former Catholic priest had come to realize that she was well
on the way to falling in love with the Earthly guise of the
Archangel Michael. Worse, Mickey De Angelo, the name the
Archangel Michael had assumed, had all but acknowledged the fact
that he was already hopelessly in love with her.
***
Arriving in the basement in the wee hours of that Sunday
morning, Karen harshly snapped, "Gabriella! We need to talk! And,
we need to talk now!"
Raising her head slightly off her pillow, Gabriella
groggily stammered, "Now? Can't it please wait till the morning?"
Shifting Danielle in her arms, a miffed Karen returned
sharply, "No, it can't!"
"What time is it, anyway?" a slightly disoriented Gabriella
murmured.
"It's a little after two."
"Oh... so I guess I'm to take it that you're done with your
snit, and you've decided to start talking to me again?"
"Gabriella!" Karen sternly admonished. "Don't be a
smartass!"
"All right, already! Let me go to the bathroom first, and
then we'll talk. Okay?!"
"All right, but please make it snappy! I've got a lot on my
mind..."
***
"First off," Karen began as she nonchalantly raised
Danielle to her left breast, "why in Heaven's name didn't you
tell me you were an angel?"
"Because, you didn't need an angel when you and I first
met. You needed a friend. And, I was more than happy to be that
friend."
"All right! Fair enough... so, I guess my next question is,
were you ever going to tell me?"
"Honestly, Karen, I can't answer that question because, I'm
not really sure... I guess if a situation ever came up where I
thought you had a need to know, I wouldn't have hesitated telling
you. Apparently, Mickey thought you needed to know the truth of
the matter. Otherwise, I don't think he would have volunteered
the information."
"Let me guess!" Gabriella continued. "The two of you were
having a heart to heart conversation in which you told him about
your past. That's to say that you told him about how you had once
been a man yourself. And then, knowing him the way I do, Mickey
reciprocated by telling you that he was something other than he
appeared to be. Correct?"
"Yes. That's pretty much how it was."
"Well, then it all makes sense. Mickey always did favor the
straightforward approach... Karen! You do know that he loves you,
don't you?"
"That's what he told me."
"Well, if Mickey told you that, then it goes without saying
that he does. You see, our Mickey the Militant may be a lot of
things, but he's definitely not a liar. In other words, Karen, if
Mickey said that he loves you, mark my words, girl! He does!"
"But, can he? Can an angel actually love a human being the
way he said he does?"
"Yes, Karen. We can. And, we can do that because, as it
stands now, Mickey and I are as human as you are, much the same
way Jesus was both God and man all wrapped up in one nice and
neat little package. However, though it was always possible for
an angel to fall in love with a mortal, I've got to tell you,
it's never actually happened before. That means, you and Mickey
are breaking new ground."
"Oh!" Karen sarcastically countered. "I can't tell you how
happy that makes me feel to hear you say that, Gabriella! So,
tell me. What's your Boss going to make of all of this? I mean,
am I going to my eternal damnation because one of His angels has
developed the hots for me?"
"Heaven's no, Karen! How can you even think such a thing?
Look, if Mickey loves you and you love him, it's only because The
Lord has allowed it to happened..."
A few minutes later, Gabriella yawned and then asked the
obvious, if not quintessential question, "You do love him, don't
you, Karen?"
"Yes, Gabriella. Though I'm still suffering from a bad case
of shell-shock stemming from all this angel business, I really
think I do...
"But, I'm not all that sure what I should do now."
"Are you open to suggestions?"
"Sure... why not?"
"You ought to call him and just lay it all out for him."
"Okay..." Karen replied thoughtfully. "I think I'll do
that. I think I'll call him later today and tell him that the two
of us really need to talk."
"No!" Gabriella was emphatic. "I mean that you should call
him 'NOW'! That's to say that you should finish breast-feeding
that baby of yours first. Then, right after you put Danielle to
bed, you should march yourself back down to the living room and
give Mickey a call and tell him exactly how you feel about him."
"You're not seriously suggesting I do that tonight?"
"Oh, yes I am!"
"But, I'll wake him up," Karen incredulously countered.
"So? I mean, you didn't think twice about waking me up, now
did you?"
***
Karen took Gabriella's advice to heart. After returning
Danielle to her crib, she went back downstairs to the living room
and, picking up the phone, punched in Mickey's number.
"Here's the deal, Michael!" Karen began curtly. "You want
to date? Okay! We'll date! And, you can start off by taking
Danielle and I to Mass this morning..."
***
While Karen was never completely comfortable with the
notion that her beau was the angel-general of God's Heavenly
Host, the former Catholic priest soon realized that she did
indeed love him.
While tidying up around the kitchen one weekday morning
about three weeks later, Jean Miller sought to assuage her
curiosity by asking her daughter a couple of questions.
"So, tell me, dear. How's this thing going with you and
Mickey? Excuse me. I'm sorry, Karen. I keep forget that you
prefer Michael over Mickey."
"That's okay, Mom. No apologies necessary. If you still
want to call him Mickey, that's perfectly fine with me... But,
getting back to your question, Mom, I'd have to say that things
are going pretty good."
"You really like him, don't you, dear?"
"Yes, Mom. I do. I like him a lot."
"Well," Jean Miller was quick to offer her opinion,
"there's no getting around the fact that he likes you... So,
dear, do you think he's going to ask you to marry him?"
"I think that's pretty much a given, Mom. The only question
is exactly when he'll get around to doing it..." Karen replied
dreamily.
***
Two days later, with ring in hand, Michael popped the
question. Giddily, Karen, feeling every bit the young woman that
she had become, accepted. Whereupon hearing the news, Jean Miller
and Gabriella stepped in and, without so much as a by your leave
from Karen, began planning the former Catholic priest's wedding
for her.
***
Six weeks later, Karen, radiant in an understated, yet ever
so elegant pearl white satin wedding gown, was escorted down the
central aisle of St. Catherine's Catholic Church on the arm of
Gus Miller, her former friend and the man she had come to
lovingly accept as her father. As father and daughter proudly
passed out of the vestibule and began to make their stately way
down the aisle, Karen hazarded a glanced over at the ornate oaken
confessional were she - as Father Daniel Parker - had granted the
former Karen Miller absolution for her sins.
For Karen, the poignant, to be almost palpable irony of the
moment came close to overwhelming her. Back in the days when
Karen had been the male Father Daniel Patrick Parker, he had
served for many years as the pastor of St. Catherine's. As
pastor, he had officiated over the exchange of vows that lay at
the heart of the Sacrament of Matrimony on more occasions than
she could recall. And now, she was about to stand before a priest
like she had once been and pledge her troth before God and man.
As giddily happy as she was, Karen was also keenly aware of
the singular honor that she was being accorded. Not only was she
marrying one of God's foremost archangels, but standing up for
her and Michael De Angelo were two other archangels. Gabriella
had not only readily agreed, but had pretty much insisted on
servicing as her Maid of Honor. And in like fashion, the
Archangel Raphael, in his earthly persona as Ralph Christenson,
was standing as Michael's Best Man.
Then, to make the day even more of a special occasion than
it already was, once the wedding Mass was over and Karen and
Michael were man and wife, the whole wedding party reassembled in
the Baptismal niche located just off St. Catherine's vestibule.
Though she had taken it upon herself to baptize her newborn
shortly after giving birth to her, Karen thought it appropriate
to incorporate Danielle's formal baptism as an addendum to her
own wedding ceremony. And, it should be noted that no baby ever
had a pair of Godparents that were more capable of fulfilling
their duties than little Danielle's. Ralph, Michael's Best Man
and Gabriella, Karen's Maid of Honor had graciously accepted the
honor and obligations of becoming Danielle's Godparents.
The reception was held at the local Knights of Columbus
Hall. By Karen's request, it was a simple affair, catered as it
was by covered dishes provided through the goodwill of friends
and family. But, though the reception was kept as casual as
possible, a good time was had by all those in attendance.
Two factors determined the length of Karen and Michael's
honeymoon. The first was purely economic. The second was
Danielle.
While she fully trusted her mother and father to look after
Danielle, Karen was in no way comfortable with the notion of
leaving her daughter for more than a couple of days. So, after a
lot of discussion with all the parties involved, Karen and Mickey
elected to take a short, three day honeymoon.
***
"Oh..." Karen weakly managed. "That was fantastic! Or, I
guess I really should have said that you were fantastic!"
With a muted chuckle, Michael replied, "Well, as much as I
like hearing you say that, why don't we just say that we were
fantastic and leave it at that... So, tell me. How's it feel not
being a virgin anymore?"
Snuggling up against that new husband of hers, Karen
dreamily offered, "It feels wonderful... Trouble is, it'll
probably just grow back." Karen was clearly referring to that
persnickety recurring hymen of hers.
"Oh, no it won't. I have it on good authority that this
time that cherry of yours is going to stay popped."
"Oh! You do, do you?"
"Yes, my love. I most certainly do. But, just to be on the
safe side, I guess it falls to me as your husband to keep that
new little you-know-what of yours reamed out good and proper."
"Yeah... I guess it does, at that..."
***
The next morning, as Karen and the new husband of hers were
having breakfast in their hotel's restaurant, Michael grew
serious and said, "Karen, there's something I really think you
ought to know about Danielle's genetic makeup."
"Michael!" Karen wasn't sure she wanted to hear the answer
to the question she was asking. "Are you trying to tell me that
you're really Danielle's father?"
"No! Not by any stretch of the imagination! Truth be told,
last night was a first for me as it was for you!"
"Okay..." Karen continued uneasily. "So, if you're not
Danielle's father, I take it that you know who is."
"Yes, Karen. I do."
"So, are you going to just leave me hanging in suspense
here, or are you going tell me who my baby's father is?"
"Oh, I have every intention of telling you. I mean, why
else would I have brought the subject up to begin with if I
wasn't planning on telling you?"
"Okay. So, tell me already!"
"Well, as strange as this is going to sound, Karen,
genetically speaking, you're Danielle's father as well as her
mother. That's to say that when God caused your sexual
reassignment, He did a little finagling so to arrange for
Danielle's DNA to reflect both your present DNA and your previous
DNA. In other words, were you to exhume Father Dan Patrick
Parker's body and run a DNA test on a sample of his remains, the
results would clearly show that he is unquestionably Danielle's
father."
"That's incredible!"
"Yes. Yes, it is. But, as incredible as it is, it's
nonetheless the truth..."
***
Two weeks after the wedding, Gabriella paid Karen a visit
on her way home from work.
"So, what did your hubby think of that rather unusual
wedding present you got him?"
"You mean that?" Karen bobbed her head in the general
direction of the massive broadsword that hung prominently on one
of the walls of the DeAngelo's apartment. "Well, after he got
finished laughing his ass off, he informed me that he really
liked it a lot..."
Several minutes later, Gabriella changed the subject as she
cheerfully inquired of Karen, "So tell me, kiddo. How's it feel
being an old married woman?"
"It feels wonderful, Gabriella. Absolutely wonderful.
"I can't believe I'm actually saying this, but I've got to
say that I've never been happier in all my life. I mean, as much
as I liked being a priest, I love being a wife and a mother so
much more. I mean, it's so much more rewarding, it isn't funny."
"So, I take it that Michael's turning out to be a pretty
fair husband."
"Oh, yeah! Frankly, I don't think there's ever been a
better husband than Michael."
"Maybe not..." Gabriella had to agree. "But, I'd be willing
to bet that if you had gotten married and had children instead of
entering the priesthood like you did, you could have given that
new husband of yours a real run for his money."
"You really think so?"
"Yes, Karen. I do."
"Well, it's nice to hear you say something like that,
Gabriella. But, you know as well as I do, Michael has a distinct
advantage."
"True... but, nevertheless, I have no doubt that you would
have not only been a good husband, but a really great father as
well..."
A few minutes later, Karen changed the tact as she said,
"You know something, Gabriella? You would make a pretty good
mother yourself. Fact is, now that I think about it, you really
ought ask The Big Guy to give you a dispensation so that you
could go out and find yourself a man of your own."
"Funny you should say that, kiddo. Because, it appears like
I already have."
"Really?"
"Yes! Really!"
"Who? Do I know him?"
"Oh, yeah... you know him, all right."
"It's Ralph, isn't it? You're in love with Ralph!" Karen,
unable to contain herself, gleefully exclaimed.
"Yes. You're right. It's Ralph, all right."
"Wow! That's great! You and Ralph! And, I assume that Ralph
loves you as much as you love him?"
"Yes... that would seem to be the case..."
Karen sarcastically continued on to add, "Well, if that
isn't a match made in Heaven then, I don't know what is!"
"Tell me about it," a clearly disgruntled Gabriella
returned in disgust.
"Hey! What gives? What's wrong with your being in love?"
"Nothing! Everything! Oh, I don't know... It's so
confusing..."
"That settles it. You're in love, all right. So tell me,
Gabriella. Just how and when did all this happen..."
***
Gabriella did just that. She told Karen how it had all
started innocently enough at the wedding reception when she, as
the Maid of Honor had danced with the Best Man.
"I don't know what happened, Karen," Gabriella excitedly
gushed. "But, when Ralph took me in his arms, something
extraordinary occurred. I guess you could say that I began to see
him in a different light. As well you know, the two of us have
known one another for uncountable eons. But, though we have, I've
got to tell you, kiddo, he has never had that kind of effect on
me before. Nor, I should point out, have I on him. That's to say
that we've always had a very healthy platonic relationship prior
to that wedding reception of yours."
"But," Karen sought clarification, "I take it that that's
all changed now."
"Yeah... you could say that..."
"Let me ask you a question."
"Sure... shoot..."
"Is this the first time the two of you have functioned as
human beings?"
"No. We've both taken on human form on numerous occasions
in the past."
"All right, then... let me ask you this, how many times
have you operated as a human female?"
"Well, though I have upon rare occasions occupied the body
of a woman, it's not something that I've been called upon to do a
whole lot."
"Okay," Karen said as she endeavored to quantify
Gabriella's statement in her own mind. "So, what you're saying
is, functioning as a woman is not something that comes naturally
to you."
"No. It sure isn't. Truth is, Karen, I really have to work
at it."
"Well, if you do, it sure doesn't show... All right. Let me
ask you another question. On those occasions in the past where
you had to function as a human female, did you have a lot of
interaction with Raphel, when Raphel was functioning as a man?"
"No. Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever had cause
to interact with him a whole lot on those rare occasions when I
was instructed to assume a woman's persona to carry out an
assignment."
"Well, there you have it!" Karen beamed.
"Have what?" a thoroughly perplexed Gabriella found herself
forced to ask.
"Your answer, of course," Karen cryptically teased.
"What answer? What in world all you talking about, girl?"
"I'm talking about Ecclesiastes."
"Ecclesiastes!" a completely bamboozled Gabriella
exclaimed. "What in the world does Ecclesiastes have to do
anything?!"
"Think about it," Karen charged.
"Oh... I see where you're going with this. There's a time
for this and a time for that. Right?"
"Yeah... there most certainly is. And, to my way of
thinking, these feelings that you and Ralph have for one another
are nothing more than God's way of informing the two of you that
this is a time for love."
"Do you really think so?"
"Oh, yeah! I most certainly do. Given all that you've told
me, I think that this is God's way of rewarding the two of you
for everything you've done for Him. Besides, wouldn't it be
easier for the two of you to keep an eye out for me and Danielle
were the two of you married?"
Gabriella, unable to find fault with Karen's logic, found
herself forced to agree. "Yes, I guess it would be, at that..."
***
Three months later, in a ceremony that was pretty much a
carbon copy of Michael and Karen's, Ralph and Gabriella became
man and wife. Gus Miller, extremely flattered for having been
asked, walked that 'adopted' daughter of his down the aisle of
St. Catherine's. Likewise, Jean Miller thoroughly enjoyed
functioning in the role of the bride's mother. Karen, on
Gabriella's insistence, was the Matron of Honor, while the new
husband of hers stood as Ralph's Best Man.
+ Postscript +
"Oh, my! Isn't she precious?" an elderly, mid-eastern lady
cheerfully beamed as she deftly maneuvered her cart into the
checkout line behind Karen's. "You must be very proud of her."
"Yes... yes, I am..." an extremely flattered Karen returned
with a smile that bordered on beatific.
"And, well you should be, dear. She's absolutely beautiful.
Truth is, she reminds me a lot of my baby."
"Oh, so you had a little girl, too?"
"No. I had a little boy. But, there's an inner something
about your little Danielle that reminds me of my son."
Taken aback, a clearly startled and astonished Karen gasped
and began to weakly stammer, "How? How in the world did you know
that my baby's name is Danielle?"
"Because, dear, I know a lot of things. And, I know that
your little Danielle is destined to do great things. And, I can
assure you, dear, you will be very proud of her achievements. As
I was of my son's, and as I will be of hers."
"Are you are who I think you are?" a shaken Karen
questioned.
"I guess that all depends on who you think I am," the
elderly woman chuckled as she kindly replied. "But, I'd like to
be your friend, Karen. And, if you will allow me to, I'd like to
part of Danielle's life as well. Tell you what. After we're
finished here, how about we go next door and have a cup of coffee
and a doughnut together. My treat.
"Oh! And, I guess I really should introduce myself. My name
is Maria Lords. But, if you can find it in your heart to do so,
I'd like you to just call me Aunt Mary..."
+ The End +
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